Is it my love
that you make a goal of?
When you go and adulate the lights,
is it so that I see you at greater heights?
And at these heights, you look so nice,
in fact, I am finally sure; it is right.
But, when you cautiously touch my knee,
at every opportunity,
I wonder what it is that you really want of me.
Conversing in rapid French with a long dead ancestor,
organismstrewnoverachair
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