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Gaining glory. One finger at a time.
I’m eagerly crawling, aiming to make you mine.
Whimsically blowing this smoke in the wind.
Begging shamelessly to see you again.

I want you.

I want like the waves need the moon.

I want you.

I want like the beats need the groove.

I’m wanting. So thoughtful in action.
Ohh the ache.

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