It comes as addiction
But it is really a prediction
I hope it lasts forever
Until it bears a feather
One that only I will have to balance
Even if I think we can make together
Our minds tether to a endeavor
But first it will come as addiction
Maybe because of the friction
Our bones make when they trance
And when we make an advance
I hope future stands a chance
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