want a man
by my side
so i can
swallow pills -rescue
me, you
feel the grass beneath our feet
’cause the sands of time
to shift into night
so young, so old
these days were made
to feel the air we breathe
you sit by my side -while
i swallow these pills,
love rests with me.
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