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[bibble]

i put it in a song that said i wasn't lying even a little bit
when i made every image of you my favorite,
so you remembered the sunburned days i mentioned earlier
and sent some rain my way just by picturing it.
gifts that giggle are a silly game of who-out-cutes-who
without any swooning or clueing the other in to something gooey.
and though it's so you to be this delightfully aloof,
a sleuth with a sweet truth could use something more
than a rain check to dance to or with you
at least something swooping would be more suited.
when a peak beneath your roof reveals that you're using
my own words to tempt me with their unfairness,
a daring fistful of something wistful could turn snares into sharing -
especially since you and i both know that once this show show's off,
there's no arrogance in the world that could stop it
from airing it's penchant for embarrassment.
absolutely everyone goes commando in underwarfare -
being a war game of warding,
so protective of its own abundance -
and it's so tremendously tame that under it,
that your sweet little door's ajar - don't shut it on me.
i'd jar the big sighs of your sure ardor and sell it.
if we could just settle content into the intent stares -
our big, mountain eyes like continents,
our huge heart comments like comets hugging.
the surcharge's a shirtloss, and i promise -
the give-in is given,
so get the good ol' cooter a motor,
cuz this starry turtle is hareless for a reason,
and not at all sorry about it.