it's warm and

i'm walking slow

my skin is wet like my lungs

my throat is dry

i don't know

you but i know this song

it makes me want to kiss

the freckles on your arm

i am the opposite of about to

and i'll admit it your jealousy makes my

head, my heart swell

with pride

Moi, j'avais jamais rien dit. Rien

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