liquid trembles and quivers
you brush away my insecurities everytime
every time
wishing to be closer
never have I had the receiver imprinted on my face
a new desire, a new begining
a new bag calls for new books
don'tcha think?
lets start this chapter with an exclamation
fearing the cold
we put the city lights to shame
crumpled sheets and thoughts of you
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