I am there in the back aisle,
waiting for you to see them all.
I have been sitting on the steps,
flowers besides me, and a bit of love wrapped.
Those black eyes have a million questions,
for I wasn't a good guy, the good guy.
I have never rushed for the moon, won’t.
Might fall and fade but remember the wrap, if nothing
else.
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Just pour in with whatever comes to your heart. Do not let mind intervene.