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	...look deeper into me... \| home box \| lonely star \| kiss \| tangle \| honestly me \| human instinct \| rain \| really me \| needs \| the thrill of the shoot \| uncommon \| near \| lies \| without you \| fly \| sister \| on my mind \| me \| my bright star \| the little things that matter so much \| the stars are bright tonight \| breathe \| hollow \| i see you needs I can't seem to get this right, this paradox called love, the feelings, the passions, the expense of devotion, the pit in your stomach, where has it all gone. I am not asking much, just a kiss of words, not with pressure of lips, an embrace with the mind, put the arms aside. when the touch is empty, it's not worth it to give, fill my mind with conception, and amend that sense of melancholy, and let our intentions be invariable.