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I still miss you despite the distance and decision
Fears of growing old, feeling misguided by my own wisdom
I'm corny, you know I've always been
As always as the glow on your skin
Or the flow of the wind as it dances
Between every follicle of hair that God put in
What a paint brush he must have
What a masterpiece you are
You constellation formation of past stars, I'm appalled
You used to wonder why I stare
I met you too early
I'm good at procrastination
It's almost 3:30 already
It's been all this time, and I'm still not ready