You give me this fear, I sense
makes you.
I want to gravitate toward your soul.
Feels-like-magic!
And the weightless freedom,
you present.
I offer my humble presence.
In particular.
This humility.
I'm just a punk...
hoping to.
Hoping to.
I've been hoping,
hoping to,
fall.
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