open up what u fear to be exposed... who am i if depths isn't part of home... way down where lies are known... as truths come full grown... is u don't eva wanna feel alone... something real must be a piece we hold... beneath the shell of vanities show... in a place where comfort finds moans... doors must swing without a locks code... neva in the misplacement of imaginary thrones... intent needs not want the capturing of foes... a lifetime ago needs to be sowed... we don't owe apologies to the way emotion flows... jus row n float as trust boroughs...
borrowing ammo from those outside what's known is jus playing zones... the combo of luv n like must not let go... accepting the highs n lows as no shows feels worse than a stubbed toe... killing the tempo from within the torso's willow... the undertow is unnecessary as the rodeo n circus both have clowns in the to n fro... as shallows overflow beneath mistletoe's placed in photos... hung as if picasso painted the norm outta the feel of foreign tornado's... hope speaks in tones as the heart hones in on not having to go commando... hearing the audio play back within the memories quotes... the chest must crack for the plateau to unfold... taking notice in a loner looking back trying to simply say, hello.!.
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