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the rush of traffic, a dismal hum,

you look down from up above

here we stand in peace, at ease

and i can hear you softly breathe


looking away, you’re lost in thought

i stare longingly at the prize ive got

in front of me, a mere inch away

if only you’d listen to what i have to say


the slope of your nose and arch of your eyebrow

ignite in me fires that lead to where i musnt go

but ive already deceived to be here

so what’s yet another lie or two more?


a casual sweep, you push them back,

revealing your frame, of flaws in lack

and you turn to me, leaning on one arm

I feel my heart fail at your stupid charm

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