Wholesome
Make up a name to label my soul.
That means whole
but apart I feel a tear
This is so rare
because before it was a cord unplugged
Slugged around like a wandering cloud
My heart would beat but not so loud.
When you come around the rhythm
hits a nitrous and I’m on full blast.
I truly hope this lasts.
Make up a name to label my soul.
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