We are overexposed
my daydreams have purpose
you unhealthy distraction
I want to exchange embrace
for what is yet to taste
I see the expression on your face
I feel the sensation of your place
I want to be wallet-sized
take me along on your car rides
tell me secrets from your past lives
meet me on my doorstep when you arrive.
~Keeping it simple is very difficult.
Love,
Digress.
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