isn’t each of the days fateful?

this talk is so embarassing
not to mention all of our lifes are.
this talk could never have happened
not to mention all of our lifes could.

and we felt like the strangers
whose ice cream would never melt,
whose teen's would never be over.

each face you see

each day you live

each wind you sense

could bring you bliss.

there's such a pretty scar
on your cheek.
so smile sweetlу to me
we're right
at the point
of taking us elsewhere

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