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Here he comes


Love has the exilerating effect of me

He crawled under my skin

and made a shelter for oneself in there

Put music lit up candles brought water

Kept crawling into the depth of my comfort

 

You kept it in bits

Syncopated silence and sound. 

And said its better to keep ourselves in time out

but didnt specify for how long -

Its fine, now at this point I have drowned

 

plunged in the cold pool, said its gonna be fine, 

knew its uncomfortable though it seemed to be good for the mind

it was a 4 am and a bit of sunrise I hoped we'd catch

While you were out there swimming i in here dreaming


i pushed a bit the grit 

cant stop me I've got wit

ive never been líke these

so could u be so kind and see me

 

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