and it's all just physics,

so why don't we fix this?
Let's steal some lines and break some hearts, babe.
Tripping over/on my words.
Puck would be proud.
Left right yes no stop.
Tilt you throat and slant your words.
Bring that bias by us, love.
Our itinerary today is right in her airwaves.
The lines of your neck crawling up and down my skin,
like goosebumps.
Like vowels and consonants and everything in between.
Aren't we all in between?
The roses that rose up to rope up your petty thought process.
Fallingfallingfalling.
Falling forever, and I'm getting awfully bored.

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