first love

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does she think of me when i'm not around

does she touch her lips and wishes

that our lips prayed like palms cry?

when she slowdances, does she imagine me

standing here, swinging, not fleeing

care-free, barefoot on the broken harnesses


when she lays alone, am i by her side ?

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