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Jazz Song

Get lost with me,

in the jazz song I wrote you,

about how I longed to lay my cherry flavoured kiss,

all across your skin,

wrapped inside your arms again.

Middle of the night,

I struggle to sleep,

thinking about how I want to share the spring with you,

long evenings that get longer in the summer,

soft sunsets,

where I’ll plant a row of roses,

setting intentions,

planting presumptions,

because I’ve been sent premonitions,

and I think I want to live them.

Get lost in the love songs I found in my head,

my soul sang the first time I saw you,

and she never stops,

because you are the sweetest kind of muse,

and I am lost in you.

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