Look at me all made of maps, And you of all that swirling smoke. Hiding holding feeling fucking. Keeping the lonely streetlights up. Kiss my hand, pull me in. Eyes and eyes and such and such, Hair and curls and all is what? All of you, cherished and known. All of me, letting go. All of we in the radical moments, letting our sweetly stained romance glow.
Cops
Look at me all made of maps, And you of all that swirling smoke. Hiding holding feeling fucking. Keeping the lonely streetlights up. Kiss my hand, pull me in. Eyes and eyes and such and such, Hair and curls and all is what? All of you, cherished and known. All of me, letting go. All of we in the radical moments, letting our sweetly stained romance glow.
Well uh-uh Baby, I ain't got no plan.
The mornings are getting darker. It's wonderful, despite readjusting to the cold. Fall's my favortie time of year. Not to mention, life's taken some turns as of recent. I'm happy. The world around me is what it is, and I know it's going to change sooner or later but right now it's good. I'll face the change when it comes, fully aware that life will again be good.
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