I fall in love with faceless people everyday
Maybe more so the ideas of them
I daydream of drunk dancing
With the many loves of my many lives
It is always infinite
Playing like a scratched CDÂ in the outdated system of my subconscious
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As a young girl, why shouldn’t I fall in love everyday
Maybe I’m lonely
I need to be wistful, hopeful
With the ideas of kissing a stranger, a woman, a man
Is it naive?
I’m confused as I dance around the changing imagery, music, and fluidity
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It is more difficult to fall in love with myself
Maybe it is true that you have to love yourself first
Before anyone else
With the music playing in the back of my mind
I try to dance with myself
I try to kiss myself
But the person I hold always goes faceless
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