Round and around, perceptive sense love insane.
Always aside, didn't know how to talk.
I was wondering about love and many things,
How would it fit? Perhaps I'm just being kind.
What to do I see... You constantly repeat,
the thing is that can not see; the type of blindness when it doesn't matter.
Hearts, breaths, drums, noises, strokes, soul.
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