There is something in the concurrency of patience and desire. Something in the similarity of your breathing and my beating rhythms. There is something in the combination of light and darkness in my heart, in the dim and vivid spots dancing on the angles of your sweet face while you are swinging freely.
There should be something in my obscure dreams filled with threatened insecure eye of mine, fooled with warm accepting arms of you. There must be something hidden in my wet_of_crying flushed_of_laughing adorned face.
Solve the bitterness of all these ambiguities. Cease this frustration. Change this problem to an invertible function, in which your smile equals mine, my eyes equal yours.
There should be something in my obscure dreams filled with threatened insecure eye of mine, fooled with warm accepting arms of you. There must be something hidden in my wet_of_crying flushed_of_laughing adorned face.
Solve the bitterness of all these ambiguities. Cease this frustration. Change this problem to an invertible function, in which your smile equals mine, my eyes equal yours.
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