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eight is a under caricature of my intimacy
3:27am
i wanted to say,
dont go,youre too beautiful,
to be oh so sad.
3:28am
i let you just leave,
barely expressing myself
i think youre gorgous.
3:29am
minutes have seemed like
hours, why cant you stumble from
your dreams and awake.
3:30am
this is the last one
you’re stuck in your unneeded
so called beauty sleep.
3:33am
i lied to myself
i love writing non stop when
it’s all about you
3:34am
i’m up too late, but
i might as while not stop now
i find you divine.
3:35am
i need you so bad,
more then i have before now
please wake up, my dear.
3:36am
where is the dawn to,
sun stroke your flawless face and
bring you back to me.
