I can still feel the shadow of your touch,
Taste the passion of your kiss
some people use the term muse
lookin’ for a lover who will come on in and cover me
The minister’s wife
One last breath ’til the tears start to wither
I’m not concerned about oversaturation
So don’t run from it.
Run with it.
This is not an act and this performance is not for you
but don’t mistake for broken
“I’m yellow he is blue it’s nothing we that could hide we made a green meadow whenever we would collide”
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