I cannot value the magic on my hands with anything else
It doesn’t do anything useful
Other than taking a bit more space in the air
But you would understand the desire
Catching up the
reversal time that you create
Your matador like
smile makes my day
What would have happened I wonder if I had the gut
To come up to you and do the things that I would do best
I was much younger for God sake, our roads were apart
Once someone close to me talked about the shyness
And superiority
You know they both wouldn’t walk together well
Age, none the less mechanic
fortune of being a bit smarter than others
I am not like that, so I wouldn’t know
Anyway, well….Saturday has its limits…
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