shoulders toes and knees, I'm 36 degrees

we were tight, but it falls apart as silver turns to blue.
waxing with a candlelight, and burning just for you.
allocate your sentiment, and stick it in a box.
I've never been an extrovert, but i'm still breathing.

thought I was getting carat gold, and what I got was you.

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