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Pedestals. M*
so often i found myself at a loss for words,
when dealing in heavy, not stepping over,
thin lines of yes, no
and maybe, boundaries.
i'm playing.
thinking of you,
perhaps, possibly, missing,
but this goes without saying.
the indirect hit of your humor,
the flavor of your in style, you know, whatever,
the phrases i don't say, for my own,
faults or no courage to power.
[i want to massage your feet,
sleep with my ear to your back,
and dream in your hat]
well, what exactly does that mean?
my who knew, and go figure is clever,
so if and when you find out,
i'll be there to explain,
so that it's clearer,
okay?
