Desk 3


I'm searching for you
Not one, nor two,
Most days I'll play sick
Just sit in your view,

Ok Raymond I'm thinking Am I coming too strong,
Or maybe I'm not
In these feelings alone,

Don't want to be wrong
If I am, I'll face
The consequence, too big to leave and erase,

Until then chase, run, and see
For the moment, ears open
To be called to desk 3...

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