When am with you
i'm a free-willed sparrow
when i kiss your lips
i'm sure i should call you honey
when you say you love me
my spirit leaves my body
and on it's return i feel wholly
when i wake beside you
i know i've found my heaven
when i don't talk to you
when i don't kiss you
when i miss you
I doubt hell would be worse.
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