I'M Thinking of U
As the summer sun set
and the mildew creeps a pone
the closing rose bud
when all find sleep
I lie awake wishing
NO!
dreaming u were here
the tiggle
of your tough
the warmth
of your breath
the taste
of your lip
but then
a gentle summer breeze
awakes me from my days
as I descend back into consensus
I come to realizes that
never
again
will I taste's those lip
nor
will I fill
that warmth
and
when I long to laugh
there will be no
tiggle
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