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Something is growing, sometimes falling. I’ll transform for you. I’ll turn into a Bird for you. Romance is lost. Chances are taken and dead. I’ll fly away, far away. And leave you wondering. I’ll disappear into milky skies and pink clouds.
I’ll grow up and dance for you, round and round. I’ll make circles in the smoke. I’m myself curling in the fire for you. Seasoning a plate, decorating a wall, smoking a cigarette. I’ll turn the tv on and watch the news. Leaning back and enjoying the waves. I drift away to the other side. Smelling the sand and rubbing it off my skin. I’ll be true for you. It is only me here, no other matters. Confronting an open ocean and giving it all of me. I’m letting go for you.