As im sitting there just finished texting you and look up, by spooky coincidence you speed past looking worried and i dont know any details about your life, nothing G, about why you look worried, or what necessitates you driving past at that moment
if i had something, anything to speak your part, but i only see you, but, whenever i see you
All there is to say, touch my heart, is a cosmic circuit, moving into place between us
Then Love seems more Real than either of us, than Life does
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