My body wants to cringe in this dry heat
but I have too many soft spots
and you know my weakness
i am your prey
I'm only a dream away but you never close your eyes to think of me
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My writing does not comprehend what my mind wants to say. I slide words together in hopes of them being prettier than the people around me.
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