Centrally Aligned

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                                       Oh! I can’t help staring at you, 
Hell-bent finding those feelings, 
And there you are fucking hellbent, 
On closing and driving away, 
And yet like a child I keep, 
Looking and loving those beautiful eyes!

I am flying in the air, 
Inhaling what you exhaled, 
Felling what you feel, 
Believing in my faith!

Its a freaky sensation, 
That this window air, 
Brushes and blinds my eyes, 
With this passing lights, 
Zooping highway taillights, 
In this fleeting blazes, 
I gather your being in wholeness.

                                                  I want to wake up, 
                                                  Wake up and dance
                                                in the November rain, 
                                               But September doesn’t ends
                                                  Baby, it doesn’t ends. 
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