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Cinnamon glowing the vices that I want to be bound to. The calming breaking down the rain on the asphalt. Wet with fever like I'm missing the better. And I know this is just the beginning. Still I wait, with suitcase. With the math of you and I aside...it's the skin on your jawbone, woven into you. One more pausing silence. Two dimes on your eyelids. Third times a charm, and the fourth time is too far. I adore mi amor. I am the patron shaking and you're only dreamed. Pure and Golden, here are gifts from the thousands before. To HEAR the voice of the angels, "Raise anew!" I'm recovered because you're warm in truth. Still I wait, with suitcase. With the math of you and I aside...it's the skin on your jawbone woven into you. You are my serenity, when I think of you, I forget to breathe.