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Getting back in line.

A breeze that shares your smell with my narrow steps.
Ride in the whisper, ride on the moments we worship.
Capture the heat that blurs my shape.
I've left the flames to heal my shame.
Fill in the info so gently: 


A crack has helped a plant to plan a plot under the sun.
And where you are please stay, if it has fun.
I wouldn't be the stick that stuck at door before it shut.
I wouldn't care if I was just enough.
And here is where you laugh...
However I must say I feel a little bit taller,
with you on my side.
At first I thought the wave was stolen,
but then I felt the tide.
You should drive your hands all arround me,
If you don't want to go.
And as I wring your waist to my naked skin...,
..I think I'll let it flow..
There's no much to discuss.
Hush.









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