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A second night for another man in a state

of constant frustration and prison mates,

learning hate and love grow from each other,

like warmth comes after getting under the heaviest cover,

i can have any i choose, is it true?

if so it's strange that all i want is to be warming up with you,

i hope you knew that our next meet is a must,

but it's hard to say if i'll have any trust,

for you and us like i used to,

i can have any and yet i still choose you,

even if a new dude is by her side,

i'll keep my distance but stay close enough to want to cry,

cause i have never felt a love that keeps on growing,

even after a long time frame of not knowing

if she'll show her face again or send her heyyys,

still i'll stay on the edge of my chair to every word she says.