know you yet
complaining my name
is drowning in your throat.
calls, softly hold onto me
your voice, already my soul
your my heart
and mind.
Your letters
and their words
in my eyes
grew a wave
in waters shallow
with greatness
to follow
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| Doesnt fire know you yet complaining my name is drowning in your throat. calls, softly hold onto me your voice, already my soul your my heart and mind. Your letters and their words in my eyes grew a wave in waters shallow with greatness to follow |
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