Pele piles here like a promise.
The blackness, significance
The lush of growth, contrast.
I am just bypass
a narrow road
This pavement is memory
Your lips, moving
i see you in my mirror smiling
i've got a crush on your timing
on the way you seem to appear
its something i cant quite describe
so i will stop trying
instead ill just say
last night i saw you on the horizon
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