Sharing numbers over hours have a love for a life least complicated, one not hidden between the salvage of repair, consistency those ties, the one you knew to belong, sharing of memories falling a star. This song has photos, pictures you as my familiar voice, soothing edges, contrasting decisions to late for propriety, the ties all read out to have of you grander and informing well beyond expectation. The words they remain my subscription to novel your song my baseless heart, closing time never draws to question, a acceptance breach, out of caricatures formalities, the dress you wear to my embodiment, solitude has no place without conscription. Meet me beyond those wearing fabric, a symbol at reconnaissance, messages for you are the empowered one, met my sister of late, she hounds penultimate nurture, the hungry song, you damned when I couldn’t listen. Hidden heights on the guttural spectrum, rainbow cakes have their clues, they present at community hearts, authored an alternative-complexion; interactions them a place you hear, bound to making the rounding heart, for you my infliction.

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