Then the parallel world falls into sync and you
Assuage
day with your blue eyes inscrutable
Questions
I have yet to ask I suppose it’s just
The
happiest moment in infinity because
Something
maybe dancing with you might
Be remarkably fun not like exercise but yes we
Sweat
and then in Waukegan we share who
Knows
what quite possibly we’ll hear about it
Some
blog or online newspaper will tell us
Who
we are and what we do but for now
We
lie on a cold but charming beach
And
read silently to each other the story we
Have
yet to write our eyes the color of
Worrying
rent already paid nothing in the bank
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