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I'm with her and feel at ease   No   That's a lie I want to write something to convince myself That her is you  But it's not If I kiss her I miss you 
My hands are stuck To my fingers stuck Together from the juice Of the orange That's is spoiled from  The core at least It's sweeter than You.
My mind is not my own.  I gave it away piece by piece -  tied it up in a ribbon with bits of my beating heart  and put it at the feet of a girl whose love was a pair  of spiked cleats.   
Past Preparation Presenting Present Presentations. Practice Patients, Practice Performing Perfect Plays. Maybe on perfect days I can do bad things in such perfect ways.
That feeling of your arms around me As I lay on your chest With your hand in mine And you say my hair smells like coconut   Those words you speak In the darkness That make my heart ache
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