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And in its purest form love does not ask...

For all I do now days is sit, as if the clock stood still...

I’d take a knife and cut it out...

Most people have a lot,most have a listof gidgets and gadgetsand trinkets to buy.It’s just human naturethere’s no harm in this,but latelyI..

Some were hired at the break of day, a price to work the field...

I never felt to push or shove...

so silence pounds the whole day long...

I guess we’re two peas in a pod...

For circling in the skies are things I wish I could disguise...

that I threw like a stone...