would what you do
There would be endless regrets
time has nothing to wait but
it is our image of self that wins the game
so much to talk of our ego
Baby
I am as buoyant as a ball
when I love you
I (will) tell you
and would never want to leave anything behind
If it is of existentialism
I am designed to fulfil one of that I own
If you disagree
some things are just meant to be
Love,
Lynn
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