we're gonna have it to share n it will be all ours... a home, the house, living somewhere on our own cloud... loosened to the extras life tends to forget... as a friendship is never not once ever to be missed... crossing over to the promised land where nothing but luv exists to be touched... living carefree knowing we got us with no limits including lusts... moving with the flow the shapes smiles upon others faces... opened the fuck up with a security that trusts heart felt embraces... it's waiting on the gathering of use to relate to who we are... with a patience in eyes that speaks of compassion's charm... forever to be claimed by hands that grip without restraining free will... it's u n i if we could ever stop playing king of the hill... losing words that only define definitions for there's more of a meaning within opened palms... accepting the rawness of a life long companion down with each other to itty bitty pieces within every lil flaw... the whole shabang awaits mornings of us awakening to pleasures... coming outta the dark from the night before finding hidden treasures... the good life is yet to be had... as even money is to be stacked...
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