I am a meaningless machine....
I am wound up tight so you can watch me dance for hours...
I am here infront of you now so you can rethink your romance...
I am here thousands of miles away so you can have meaning for one short moment...
So you can be missed and have something to miss...
Until something meaningful and beautiful appears before you...
And your redefined romance will be smeared across their lips...
And my lips will remain dry............. always.
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