minuscule statements left to be pondered on. breathe life into me; i beg of you.
stimulate my senses and touch me cosmically.
i am your follower because my heart takes no notice of any other leader. the pounds in my stomach are the knots untwisting..shaping into your name, and i add my self into the equation hoping I'm not the X. tell me your story and i will write it down and paint pictures of the next few pages. ill be the avid reader and sign "true fan" by your chest at the end of each journey.
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