Robed with my Glance
Sits a man with Like mind
Breathe I feel his Self saying
Breathe I hear Myself writing
Instinctively he covers his Brow
With the All Colors Fedora
Breathe I feel his Self fighting
Breathe I hear Myself scribing
Breathe I feel Myself fighting
Breathe I hear his Self scribing
Reach Me
Reach Me
He pulls off his Disguise
I feel the man is Blind
Breathe with Me
Breathe with Me
Take me In
I’m Asking
Breathe I feel Myself implore
Breathe I hear his Self explore
Take me In
Not Asking
Discover my Eyes
Discover my Eyes
Seeking The Breath of We
Quin Faas
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