Something old Something new

She is warm

She is Krispy Cream filling in my heart

Strong women caring soul

She lets me be with her, when I am low

She is my fantasy

But he can touch her in reality

Home is a pair of distressed denim  jeans

Hers, is well put together like upscale decor

But still we are nothing more

He will not leave his home

He needs something old to make him feel new

He needs something new to keep the unknown

◄ Infection

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