These things, these days maybe my personal haze
tucked me in
brought me a kiss
your lip, our kiss
touched skin
yours next to mine
you fit
your sleeve
on my sleeve
this heart
the heart it lays
it lies
these eyes glossed
black
emotions left
nothing
these days alone
waiting
for no reason
we fit
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