(You and me. You looking right trough all the crowd. At me. You. Looking at me.)
Your first word. Your first touch.
My first fall. My first clutch.
My blushed cheeks. My lover's armor.
Your whole onrush. The remaining blighter.
In and out, and then I drop.
(Without me knowing you'd be my prop.)
...
The future's ahead and my heart's insane.
My head's on fire. And I... I ain't no game.
Tell me only what is real.
(Feel my heart. Breathe what I breathe.)
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