Surface To Air Maigc 9
Surrounded by your hair
with that scent I bombinate,
fall to pieces right here;
We sit just baking in the Sun,
no need for a chair;
I want to lay my head on your shoulder,
I swear you ignite such a flare;
With a twist of fate
surface to air.
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