confirmation bias is real and true
your mind's the same, even with the new 'do
finding your place, right here next to me
i would give you the last breath of me
love entrances me, makes me forget
who i was before you, when i wasn't wet
love is sex? or maybe not?
we could be soulmates or maybe rot
but when do kindred spirits mold together?
is it not through time spent, regardless of weather?
are you reading now what i write down?
will you want me to share or should i pipe down?
i'm swallowing my words because the pain's too thick
of how it feels to be denied your dick.
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