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Pretending you're a table

Doesn't help matters much

I always end up pretending

I'm under the table

Or on top of the table



So I'll stop pretending.



Pretending you're a rock

Is rather pointless

I always end up pretending

I'm moss

Clinging onto the rock's hard surface



So I'll stop pretending

And give in to the urge.



Pretending I can't see you

Is pure torture

I always end up pretending

You're air

All over me and deep inside me



So I'll stop pretending

And give in to the urge

To devour you with my eyes.