Modestly silencing the treasure beneath the elastic palisade
Your body recites
You should never be forgiven
If you yourself cannot learn
How large of a saw
Was used to cut us apart
While
I feel like you've died and I want you back
But
Never point unless it's your thumbs to your chest
It's a
Remember that street we grew up on
You'd guide me on
I get nervous with you
My hands forget how to tie
I'm in the other car
Riding impatiently in the back seat
You're
It's the silence
It's the slience
It's the silence that keeps me
Pull my belt
Lift my shirt
Kiss my chest and shove me
When you wear Lipstick,
I always want to kiss you,
but
You never missed a word I tried to fit
Inside a
Sophomore, so different that you're just the same
Sophomore, address your
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