
Can’t Think, Can’t Breathe, Part II
I could see her hair, her face, her clothes, but not her expression, I could see where she would want to go, I could see the route there, but not what to talk about along the way. […]
I could see her hair, her face, her clothes, but not her expression, I could see where she would want to go, I could see the route there, but not what to talk about along the way. […]
She always seems to go to some clubs in France, but I knew she thought it her little secret. I could feel it from her, her feelings and hiding. […]
The air will be filled with the honeyed tones of the beautiful, and the words will be given life by those who weave their art upon the stage. Any drink a man could imagine will flow from our kegs. […]
I have been with men and women of greatness. I’ve seen them spiral from what they were. Deep in everyone, I see the music that makes their soul. […]
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