It’s not an anesthetic being numb like this
It‘s jammed but overflowing
Still beats even though like whisper
It can go slowly to the hood one
Fascinated by his finger swing
Stunned by his grin
He could take it by one cut
But it’s still here
Flowing gently the essence that will never fade
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