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[a_warmgun]

It's just the abscence that's making me fall so hard

Thinking's put my head in a vice

I don't need so much time to miss something

Picket fences are becoming more appealling

Kismet or my own will

My newfound love

And all things kitsch that I adore

I saw you with your bassinet

What you cradled dearly

And wondered if I could ever possess that