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You're joy and I'm a toy like putty in your smile
You're adored of course you are and when you're sad the stars fall down to sand.
I'm yours.
I never understood what you could all the way
But no matter it's all better like a feather from a tree puzzling catastrophe but
I'm yours.
You told me what you thought I meant
My mouth like grass from cement
I said that,
didn't mean it,
don't look at me that way now,
hold on, hear me out.
You're so good at jigsaw but you still can't figure out my thoughts.