to my old flame with shaky palms and dry skin you wore like my alligator scaled lips perched upon yr soul i want to breathe yr soul into mine i want to feel the wind entertwine i want to walk moonlit skies with yr dogs and as we chime and you sing me blackbird in my car just one more time repeat please be kind REWIND to our memories
its the same old same old i see your face its a disgrace yr aging kid so why the wait/
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