With You

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In the common sense of the world,
We don't make sense.
We never have,
And we never will.
People frown at us,
Turn up their noses.
Act like we are indecent, or crude.
Oh yes, we are different,
We acknowlage that,
And we know it doesn't matter.
Because,
When I'm with you,
I'm complete.





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