I am wondering what you think, when I stare beyond your face
Without my eyes to blink, or lines to begin to trace
All those smiles that you give, warm this crippled heart
With nine lives to live, how can one even start?
To explain the blitz of senses, erect monuments over fences
And as this thing commences, thinking not of my expenses
Blame me... that I am, a lonely truthful man
All together that was planned, on the backs of ideas I have yet to expand
So why even write down my thoughts...remain humble, with words more than a mumble
all these theories like vines in a jungle, through my interactions I begin to stumble
Which leads my subject back to your allure, about your style I do infer
Although I'm clueless to everything that occurs, I believe everything you want ...is yours
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