i cant fight my feelings
fuck it
you just
go and bare all sometimes
if you cant sit there
in the sickness
then get the hell out
just like a butterfly
making butter in the sun
warm my pre-morning smile
find that magic howl
sometimes i make misses so
sometimes i walk hand in hand
sometimes my love is growing
ill tell you darling
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