So presently, I am inspired by these illicit dots…consequently reciprocating explicit knots, in the bed of my stomach, caused by whats up on top, in the head of some summin’ clocks, threatening to stop, if you read the little something that i left by the spot. you’ve come across a ticking time bomb, ready to pop. you coming now, with shit thats seen in an empty lot, I watch you stop and watch you fade into the dark, in which you have made eye contact, I’ve watched you wave a million times again, to see what i would say, i said….if i am sitting here and we go our seperate ways, we’re done. robust ground bean in my body, pour some sugar in whatever they need…its just a phase, call it a day…what a night, call it a night..afraid of my light, afraid of my site, well im afraid of your impeccable spite. I run so far from where you reside, as i recite the memories of love and life
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