Caught inside his smile The way in was welcoming A smooth and easy glide Sewn into his cloth Each thread tight Hot spot warnings A trail of suspicion But I don’t listen I’m caught inside his smile Hooked into his song Brooding black eyes mourn A runner up In a maze Of second hand thoughts …
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