most

it has it turns

but it’s better than most

and the jazz carries through the kitchen

while you glow under the light

last year we were miles away

heads spinning from the beginnings

drunk on the chemicals

deluded with optimism

but we forged our solid ground

and I still find my home

in the freckle under your eye

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