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concern for cliches |
my iodine mouth stains yours with a kiss we are sick with the weather change our hands small and cold together in this old earth, you bury bulbs and dance around, glance around my way i'll get a warm chill in my gut we met in ruts but i'm quite happy now in respect for redundancy and a concern for cliches, i keep quiet at times like these but my mind churns, turning over thoughts of your beauty and our strange love and yes, i'm a bit awkward, but i can think of worse things and you're a bit moody, but we can buy some mood rings and watch rainbows pass across your fingers so that's not so bad either |