By B.T Masters
Swing you, and away. Always.
Fly you and always so high I cannot see.
Is it distant love I've adopted.
Or is the illusion whats come too close to my heart.
To ask "Are you mine"
Dumb speech.
To wonder if it's only me.
A dumb life.
Then there's nothing left than to be dumb for you.
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