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It's obviously unfinished
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How about, I take the
Night-lit sky
And I turn it
Into a memory.
I point out each star and I name one
After every part of you that I enjoy
I..
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The idea of lust attaining the least bit of love
Painfully excites me
Runs chills down to my core
The idea that a kiss could hold such compassion
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