miles s t r e t c h over open hands and slender wrists
over your torso to your rosy reds begging me for just one more kiss
the nights are too long to not be filled with thoughts of you
I just close my eyes and I could paint a perfect portrait of you
I'm the type of kid that pulls everything from context
but the "who whats and wheres" seem to be less
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I could read it all day
And Puddz better not be out!
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