Aybala: Yet blood blindly surges blushing my body, I can no longer fall back into calmly slumber, In this December Summer heat I gently Wake up a heart that is both wondering and wandering, As my hands reach the typewriter, I can almost feel your love, Almost hear you say it, And my lips move whispering my love, In a room dimly lit, As my fingers touch the keys, I almost hear the fast three quarter temp Almost smell your scent, Your sense, your vicinity, My lips curve almost smiling, For I am almost happy, This is almost a waltz, And almost a poem...

Yet blood blindly surges blushing my body, I can no longer fall back into calmly slumber, In this December Summer heat I gently Wake up a heart that is both wondering and wandering, As my hands reach the typewriter, I can almost feel your love, Almost hear you say it, And my lips move whispering my love, In a room dimly lit, As my fingers touch the keys, I almost hear the fast three quarter temp Almost smell your scent, Your sense, your vicinity, My lips curve almost smiling, For I am almost happy, This is almost a waltz, And almost a poem...

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