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perfect words

your words call forth a raging sea
precious seconds slip away with the tide
and i too am taken, stripped bare
by my desire- to touch, to taste

though they glisten in the moonlight,
dervived of truth, my words fall
flat and cold against molten steel
disappointment masked by a wish...

isn't it pretty to think so?

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