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I want to be your sweetness

I want to be the sun

I want to be the rainbows

I want to be the one

I want to be your calendar

Hanging on your wall

I want to be your postcard

I want to be it all

I want to be the picture

The painting

The landing ornament

I want to be your city

The stone hard cold cement

I want to be the nature

Breathing in your face

I want to be the surroundings

When your frightened from arguments

I want to be the letters

that float around your head

I want to be the calming

That helps you sleep

and get into bed.

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