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June came fast June came slow June hit us both like a bus Without warning And no time for "No" Out with highschool The crazy rides we went on Hello to even deadlier amusement
I am not perfect Though I have tried to be Sometimes I still try to be There is something about being flawless that Mutes my inner voice as it pauses to bathe In steamy ecstasy That very high
Breathe, breathe One, two, three I am a happy daughter Who loves her mother Not a hint of loathing to be found Exhale, exhale I mustn't tell lies Enjoy the way the breeze feels nice
Doves fly high in the sky So you too have chosen to fly With light bouncing off of your back To be or not to be an eye catching feather an accomplishment The one bees fly in the rain
Sitting in a black hole Surrounded by own warmth A single light That may or may not be mine A distraction An object Hundreds of objects Various different kinds Which should I choose
I will hold you. For the sake of the rivers I swam to love you, I will hold you. I will hold you, I know; forever. As that is the way of loving someone. I will hold you, yes.
Even as I write them, they are faded That song brings them back