"I hope the downside is small."
He said this.
Before we got stale,
He said this.
Before we got stale,
too long in open air.
When husky voiced commands
wrapped skin in goose-bump covers.
Excitement spilled from every pore.
And I wasn't using my brain anymore.
Thinking I could keep this feeling from falling.
Thinking I could keep the same grind,
the same consistency,
everytime.
As if life didn't know better than me.
Excitement spilled from every pore.
And I wasn't using my brain anymore.
Thinking I could keep this feeling from falling.
Thinking I could keep the same grind,
the same consistency,
everytime.
As if life didn't know better than me.
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