there is something i want
that feeling called love
i have fallen into a deep depression
a grip i cant break free of
i have written our initials in the sand
locked insidea heart
the way you smile, you laugh
its an abstract art
the times i have longed for you
there is not even a number
youre the subject of my dreams
my thoughts, my slumber
laying, on the shore
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