Partridge in Pear Trees and I see Two Turtledoves
Every morning when i glimmer outside.. A blessing
Of love somehow and I don’t know it to be true.
Some other relief, the long distance and I feel it peaking and so do you
Master of the Shuffle, and I am the deadbeat that felt the sting.
Two folded in half peanut butter sandwiches; that’s our thing! And suddenly
The emo tune
The one waiting on me preloaded before I got home. .
The bugs in my system are the only way we have fun, how do I admit that.
Let alone I taught you.
Temperance in what we choose to make difficult.
As long as my volume isn’t pushed down thank you; that’s how I know
I’ve wronged you.
Like being a little distant, knowingly.
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