Still a little bit of your taste in my mouth
Still a little bit of you laced with my doubt
Still a little bit hard to say what's going on.
Still a little bit of your ghost, your witness.
Still a little bit of your face I havn't kissed.
You step a little closer each day, still I can't say what's going on.
Still a little bit of you laced with my doubt
Still a little bit hard to say what's going on.
Still a little bit of your ghost, your witness.
Still a little bit of your face I havn't kissed.
You step a little closer each day, still I can't say what's going on.
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it's a mighty big task!
you're fucking crAAZy... i suspect you've been working way too hard for your own good.
it's nonfiction, btw. about my monday night.
and i expect a full report on my desk by tomorrow morning relating the juxtaposition of said pink fuzzbear's significance and author's x-ray student friend's academia-anemia, in iambic pentameter.
alternately, you could compose a haiku.
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