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The ticking clock lies,
Grinning sickly between us,
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Time and the weather have buried me,
Up to my eyes in moldy snow,
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Time and the weather have buried me,
Up to my eyes in moldy snow,
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The feeling of the detached maple leaf,
Could be no less terrifying,
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As the moon shifts in the sky to,
Call the tide to rise and meet her,
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Next to your sculpted mind I feel sun bleached,
A streak of watercolor that’s slowly,
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There is no comfort for this,
Inexplicable need to be with you.
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A single synapse dancing,
In the field of waking mind,
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Without a tone,
We pitch ourselves into dark,
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The miles snake their chill through the,
Canal of my thoughts when time is still,
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We settle for the basic function,
Running along the skin but,
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Before I knew your name, I knew,
This magnetism needs no justification,
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Through the sea glass tint,
Your echo keeps me company,
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Light as snow falls,
Your sepia tones dance,
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You must have thought,
It was a trick of the light,
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The unexplained way,
You see through my silences,
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Silent silver cord,
Hums between brainwaves,
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I never thought twice about;
The maze of your psyche,
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Against the silent glance;
We wring hands and listen
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Children don’t fear touch,
They crave it;
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These roots are like iron!
holding me fast though I,
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Across fountain sodas and,
Ice cream Sundays;
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We age through our eyes.
Remembering the ghost of;
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The need to breed and
Feel needed, will drive
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Your head is a (fleeting) comfort;
Nestled on my shoulder.
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Softly thudding piano notes;
Dripping off the walls.
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We used to speak,
Our own L A N G U A G E,
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The heart is fickle at best,
I want to run my hands all over you,
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For god's sake hold hands, when,
Nothing else is solid.
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The heart was created to transcend logic,
We, who know the relevance of humanity, like,
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Without understanding the mechanics,
We fold into each other (origami contortions),
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Kissing backwards,
Just might undo,
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It’s a crossroads now baby,
So get down on your knees,
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The cry of Kali,
Shudders across your mind and,
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The nothingness seeps,
Through fissures and plaster,
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