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Based on a bin I got a fade on my crush,
It caused her to blush on a couch,
The metaphors we live by ask for a cup of sugar
On the sidewalk in the shade of a budding tree.

These are ways to remember
What it's like to get up in the morning
Wearing a welcome to the interpretation
To the commission of a cantata

The birds have been singing up late
And I have been dreaming outright
Of an uninhabited parenthesis
In which to notice your liking my voice

In a melon room, a lemon moor,
A chirping coming from under the covers
I feel like admitting is my will to hear you giggle --
It makes me quiet and alone

In a way you have caused me to admire
Just by ordering room service and letting me
Go out for tears in the middle of the night
For you to pour in the bottom of a wineglass

"Very very gently!" you tell me you told
The Pakistani cabdriver who needed to know
About being kissed from the bottom to the top.
It makes me think you might like nice

I notice myself wanting to make sure
And stop and wait for my esp to return
So I can call you again and hear
How I'll sound when I return to feeling