Ripples

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Create some ripples in my daydream already
Although shooting stars and fast cars are keeping it steady
Slap me on my back or tease me by my name
Your old jokes do all the tricks all the same

Your shadow gives a soft sigh, crawling away
Eyes that are a deep trench with no words to say
You’re clouding my diary, what I’m jotting down is fiery
Love disguised as loathing the whole of May.










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