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On the Line

If you could see into my eyes, what do
you want to see? How do you want it to
be? Do you want it to last forever? Or
do you want it to be short and sweet? For
my days are limited in time and I
want to know what you want myself to try.
I can fulfill your desires over many miles.
Roads and wires, words and infinite other styles
can only help myself help you. Can you see
what you mean to me? I want you to be
safe and secure, and able to speak freely.
I don't want to be the bad guy, mainly
I want to see you happy and I want
to be there to enjoy it with you. Don't
think you owe me, your beauty is enough
for this guy. Maybe I'm not so very tough,
but I would try anything for you. Be there
for me and always show me how much I care.

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