Out the corners Of my wandering eyesI trace the delicatePathways of your lipsI commit to memoryThe curves of your browNow I find myselfWondering, contemplatingHow strange it isAt the startOf a waking a dayMy mind is alreadyFocused, locked inTo one thoughtAnd that isCompleting in my memoryThe painted fragmentsOf my praise to you
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I'm giving you props thus the "up"Nice one man