the shortest route to my heart?
it's a stream that pretends like a river
it's a stream that behaves like an ocean
and please don't wear camouflage
i need yer purest intentions
don't tease me
just head for the heart
nothing in between
i mean no sojourns
don't clog don't blog
i'ma treat you with respect
receive you with virgin empathy
we'll sit atop a hill
squander folly,,narcissism;;i mean i'll let you indulge me any which way
most times you've left me high and dry
post,,the last relapse?? i sigh this wry gaze
cause i know black from white
and i've seen 'nough of yer movies
but you still have me tricked
you still know my oddities
so i'll just curse away at my restraints
i'm flesh and bones
and with you streaming into me?
the stage manifests itself with grandeur
come on
go on
embellish me
what's sober?
let's caper 'bout
show 'em young lads how it's gotta be done.
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