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[tie_my_velcro]

i simply want to be
the love song
dangling from her lips
unfiltered
ever burning at the end
the begining forever
at her lips
my dream
on the tip of her tounge

she breaths
clouds of mystery
once mine
smoke signals
another lifetime
now dissolved
into thin air

and when
the myster is gone
so it the fire

maybe if i came in packs
(like wolves)
then there'd be a warning
for pregnate woman

love's suffering addiction
can turn hearts yellow.

i want to be the one
she calls on her
cigarette break.
not the cause of it.