Can we pretend we had our first fight,
en awake the sun at first light.fabricat liez like false phrohets burnin in truth acid.
this world is alighnd not inside bt aside.for fairy-tales r as common as thives.
so wen shal we colid like commets 2 form life to its fulnes.
u evade me like the sun evadez the artic.
my heart melts 4u as if it was made of plastic..
a glanc of u leavs my heart static..ohh zee the last letter, b my last n neva flee...
complexity wil always inspire me to thee..now u no how i fl abt ur toes!
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