A certain scentimental Makes me Miss the bliss lip gloss You lost between the pillows Mean every word I showed you All this already known And bird is a word Of a brilliant mind Winding its way into mine The kind you have Pleasing me Only appeasing the peons Who don't know what it means To peer into the eyes of fire serene Quick triple clap And I snap back to scents Nap in the comfort, close to the most meaning Meander in your hair and everywhere Less each other, more ourself All else unknown, unneeded Seeded vision in a view very few No, none will see Effort in the arc Of you and me Feel you when I turn around

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