I shan't kiss your feet
with my head inches from the ground
well off with a better space of intrigue
built in my head,
taking place - just a tad, the matter of grey
if we couldn't come across,
a platform to coexist, when talking about the ideals
where are we to stand one day
no - wait,
it was always me
I am the cause of all mishaps
until we meet again, sweet
hug me tight and don't let go
before I've had enough
this infatuation
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