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My idea of you, in my head; maybe unethical.
I see you beyond the stars. Through light years, It's almost uncanny.
I've felt you before in a different world.
You say you love me when you're on your way, not there yet, but you're coming.Release your poison on my spread then tell me that I'm stunning.The humidity overwhelms any chance of fresh air.
