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I found you
Hiding behind a goatee
And a weak heart
I found you
Fiddling strings
And messing with inks
I found you
Stringing arguments
And scouring thesauruses
I found you
Going to the movies
And eating Mc Flurries
I found you
Lazing on our couch
On a Play-off night
I found you
Braving busy streets
And a lonely life
I found you
Stringing words
Under the moon
Love,
I keep finding you
At every corner
Of this waiting room
Now,
Find me.

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