I want to go back to when I wish I knew you more
Enough of this genuine, wise, companionship
I want to feel your hot breath telling me lies -
healing lies.
You stand before me now - too known.
You can't save even a little part of me -
Too known
Telling me your secrets!
No longer hushed and bashful
Why don't we just go
And get our nails done together
"Spring into Pink"
Or "Italian Love Affair Red?"
I liked you better when I believed you knew the names of colors
That I could never imagine.
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