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She is a mix of
Mix up stray pup and teacup
Too bold for stirrups
Don't read this out loud
Love is not always for lips
But for eyes only
I am fairly parched
I crave a deep drink of your
Finest cup of tea
Opening to you
I am like a Russian doll
Which is the real me?
I am only blank
I swallow all of the stars
And give no light back
So much for wishing
I suspect they forget us
When the stars burn out
I don't wanna talk
I just wanna hold your hand
And feel the words there
Both tired of less
At least once a day, our sighs
They must coincide
There's "love you so much"
And there's "love you like a part
without which I'd break"
Still licking my lips
Nothing like the taste of bliss
You left there that night