It's when your love is faceless
That it becomes real brainless
It's
Picking my mind, like a crow picks a pine
when you
Don't be shy, I dig your style
you can play it
All this is, is just a song that goes like
I have left in person while
my fingerprints still linger
as the
I close my left eye and observe
unfocused trees, a stretch-marked
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