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THIS IS MY LOT, BEAUTIFUL STRANGERS.
 Stills I like the way you freeze my time, Like playing with its heart and keeping the joy of it With your lens in my hands. The way you plaster together a thousand words, Like it takes no more than a moment For a moment to be painted. The way you serenade nostalgia with your ensemble, Like you need no lyrical touch For a smile from a chuckle. The way you leave me with no escape, Like a constant reminder of a browned chapter I'd rather leave unopened, I'd pray to keep unread. The way you give me a portrait, Like the one I used to picture in slumber With that familiar shoulder by my side. I just like the way you freeze my time, I like you, still-maker, play this line. TonFlyingHigh!11:45 PM *** |
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