What I love about you is antique, a mystique that brings me to my peak. The hurt that removes the pent up tension. A release we all want, but won’t mention. Places traveled we need to go. Open hearts sea I know we’ll flow. Bleeding from our mannerisms the blood starts to show. We’ll end the pain in our rain.. Do let your genuine blood flow. An eye in time can see the the rhyme, my hand has seen the blow. In times of true you are the glue, sticking Goes with how you flow


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