The slightest momentum thumped in...
My friend...
My more...
My someone somehow everything...
Opening a door, and theres a screen.
I hope it sounds like an old country squeek.
I hope the sun is warm shining off your hair into my eyes.
You're more even when you're less.
When you're more and yet far,
my heart pounds under duress of distance.
If not my door, my phone.
If not my phone... Oh my imagination.
Take it away. I mean, stay...
I know you have to stay away.
Some time. That way happened.
Now push it to another day.
Oh my heart under duress...
Is there any rest?

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