out of sight, out of mind.
how long can we stay blind?
i would like to spend one more night with you before i go. can we do that?
secrets and surprises: i'm full of them. i am full of lava lamp lava, tap shoes, iced java, forced rhymes and wind chimes and things sublime, sometimes byronic, sometimes non-rhythmic, or rather i like to change it; i'm full of drawings i can't draw and words wrong and words raw; i'm full of laughter and tricks, full of wanting wit, i'm full of shit.
really i just like to see how much i can rhyme, sometimes.
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