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Tired eyes, slow motioned sweat drops dribble in the heat, running a marathon through the laces of love, surrounded by a wall but not a wall of sound, muffled by cotton and towel fiber yet the eyes can’t lie, so can’t the oh-so-knowing, oh so tempting meaningful exchange of unmouthed sentences, only to keep haunting me in the night and day, smother me with its smug memories and what’s to come.

I don’t mind postponing the arrival so take me for a ride.

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