The One, Who Was Perfect
pondering about errs like never before
feeling deserted and besotted like never felt
urging him, just come and hold
hold all of me; the hands, the face, the soul
have an arrival and let's talk about the remains
let's start over from the turn where we left eachother with each other's intuitive feelings
let's show some etiquettes and be mild to each other's presence
let's perform again at the same podium and complete each other's half
let's ease up to our rigorous heart and be each other's adorables
let's doldrum the Status Quo and be an eternal preferences of eachother
eventually, just come and make me precedent again.
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