Sometimes coiled in tight, pretend sleeping,
Sometimes I'm following butterflies and sunshine,
Sometimes I need more time.
Sometimes shining,
Sometimes a metaphor of clumsy trying,
Sometimes everything is melody and rhyme,
Sometimes I need to know it could just workout fine.
You're a memory, a fire,
You're roses and night power,
I'm wine drunk in my skin,
You tell me your secrets, and I believe you deserve all of mine.
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