I would be the last person you'd ever consider.
Lying to myself is all that's accomplished.
Over and over, I try to render;
Ventilating is now demolished.
Evenings are lonely and pitiful.
Your voice appears in my head.
Only once is my life delightful.
Under the stars, I'm asleep in my bed.
For now I dream
Of you and me.
Remembering the scheme
Eluding to be free.
Violating you in my sleep
Even though I never will.
Reasoning so deep;
Still, you give me a thrill.
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