After this
You washed up my shore
Like a bottle with a message, once more
But it hasn’t been long
Yet it seems so wrong
A recycled kiss
Something, terribly amiss
The cigarette smoke
With your signature stroke
As my soul retreats
Your audible heart-beats
Give the midnight hour a shake
But, can we remake?
You washed up my shore
Like a bottle with a message, once more
But it hasn’t been long
Yet it seems so wrong
A recycled kiss
Something, terribly amiss
The cigarette smoke
With your signature stroke
As my soul retreats
Your audible heart-beats
Give the midnight hour a shake
But, can we remake?
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