Continuous Loop
I walk and think things to myself
These things I keep up on a shelf
Inside my heart is where they live
And when I want, to me they give
The thoughts I stored there back to me
Thoughts not yet a memory
But yet I see them like they were
Experienced by him and her
Him is me and her is you
And I would swear that it was true
That I did taste your lips so sweet
I keep the button on repeat
To play the moment once again
When I first kissed my bluebird, --n
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