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today we are playing "filling in the blank" game
when ny sun
fades to gloom
corona and trump
roaming
where we can't trace
my throat sour
eyelids heavy
almost put to sleep
at a busy working hour
then i think of ___
___ hair
___ voice
the way ___ says "____"
and _____
knowing that love is a fragile form of security
and infatuation grows upon illusion
i still jump right in
guess we were born to love.
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