In Front of You

Words always fail
Falling into detail
Even those blouse buttons
Sorry but you thought hard
About those shoes too
But probably not about
Me kissing you this way
You see I see you just as
I always have unchanged
Now is made by then
Then is made by now
Open our present
And close that door

About ubu507

memory documentation and manipulation
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