in the middle of your context
never send me a text
I'd rather just talk
let me take you on a walk
and explain its the rim-shot
that takes a lot of pop
in it's shot
to crisp for a loose kiss
got to be right in the mist
so I can see a Myra
shining back like glitter
caught the fever
through me
a stick
slammed down
on the round
canvas
painting like a kick
to the drum
in my chest
like a bum
it finds it has thumbs
oh no
are we all dumb
or is it the hum that
holds the sum
of you and me too
new ways of living out our days
through
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