Steady
You
you're like a shooting star that never dims
A steady flame
over uncertain boiling wax of a crooked candle in a darkened room
Time
on a clock, that always goes by
But the hands
still are always there & you
The feeling or a touch
that still remains, even when the
Touch is over
you're like a shooting star that never dims
A steady flame
over uncertain boiling wax of a crooked candle in a darkened room
Time
on a clock, that always goes by
But the hands
still are always there & you
The feeling or a touch
that still remains, even when the
Touch is over
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