sometimes I think I got over you
over your lies and the abuse
but then when you call my name
I go to you without hesitating
and I found myself anticipating
your kisses, your caress, your embrace
as though you were the last one of the human race
or my belonging place
just like a stray dog
you confuse me with your fog
and get me wanting to be found
and when you do find me, I hear your sound
and I'm not in despair anymore
is this the reason I want you for?
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