I want you back in the tees. When it cuts and smiles. Prolonged joys and insanity shaping skin. Forever shines on the back of the glass. Sixty five degree on love. Going around the box to fit yourself. By trading broken tongue for lines.
I want you back in the fleet. Where it circles. In my head. In my waves.
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