what kind of love
u need my friend
to feel to breathe to sink
a thought-to-thought connection,
ink turns out to be some words
pronounce them properly
all that mistakes
disgrace a shame on me
my dear
i fear it's time to go
for me or u
i never look around
just simple fact that u exist
returns me to my
childhood pis
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