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Here It Is
how it is to exist?
the numbness on my fingertips say all the truths
my breath wrecks of sin and my eyes portray it all
how soft the noise of the song is playing on my mind for you
you lay beside me and i can feel your absence
i must leave soon and yet time is going by slow
i'd kiss your fingertips with the touch of my lips
all i ask is your love not your care
i am cared too much by my mother and dog i do not need anymore
love is what i am seeking for
i have picked yours
and u should pick mine
hopefully for a time of the final ...