They come to you in their despair.
Slowly expanding their comfort zone
Know well what comes and tells.
Sweet moments they bring... notice how they sing.
A spell yet never what you mean
False connectivity (Loud they speak, humble they seek)
Pointing the hands they held when (renditions come again)
Specially designed for the retarded...excuse me, now I'm the cold hearted.
Come closer... my image seemingly doesn't gleam strong enough.
The naivety drowned by the hesitant ways.
If it aint thrust thrust another head to the rush
it simply isn't anything but false connectivity.
Save a breath, and a numerical exchange
save an "i" and an "e"
already know how ub
iLove this one sir
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