Tuesday 14 June 2011

there are no pretenses here
everything is laid out so delicate
so mystery is shed, mystery is lacking
and illusions are intense, endlessly stacking
it's unfamiliar, untread ground, so i'm tiptoeing slight
but don't fret sweetheart, it's all turning up
it switched ever so fast, and it feels just right
and you know how i think that you're just right

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