A twist of the wrist, a turn of the screw…
All of it comes back to you
Late in the night I feel your very being and the sun greets my skin
And there you are again…
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imperfectionperfectionist 
late in the night is when I am me
Searching and seeking for our lost key
My impermanence is necessary
my actions are chemistry
all thats left is this unfair jealousy