Your lips make me shy, your touch makes me weak, your voice makes me shake, butterflies in earthquakes. I crack with smiles, and laugh with absolution, trembling and dreaming, pitter patter, earthquakes without disaster, my heart beats faster. Gentle touch waves of thunder. my heart rolls in with words lost in a contemptuous sea, so deep it pardons no feeling, feel without understnding, love without knowing reality without dreaming. Dream withut accidental cause, finding perpetual meaning in something that just cant be defined. Butterflies in eafrthquakes, I crack without logic, and i know nothing more real, earthquake without disaster, its always bittersweet.
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