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You are the
air tight breath on
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I shrivel up at the sound of
A child bleaching my ears
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One night after dinner,
You took me to the bathroom
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I try to justify
Every movement of last night,
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All too quickly
The night becomes a blur
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Each morning,
My eyes meet themselves
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As it was the same this time yesterday,
I am the subject of vigilance.
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I have waited long in approach of October:
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I want you to get angry,
Tell me you see the world as we know it
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Some days you are a masterpiece.
You approach the world
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Our words
Have sprawled so far
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I am not the one changing my colors,
And Falling from trees;
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And like the rhythm of rotten
Summer,
My heart is in reverse
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He fumbles over his collar While he tries to paint a
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My imagination must be flawless,
Or do my eyes dare hold
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I can only assume With my problematic hopes the soft theme of your face,
Still Against a lambent moon.
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What could love come down to?
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I'd bleed myself into poverty
To find you
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This is how I feel when I can not sleep.
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I lay bored on the couch
Holding the remote like a black sword
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As your car pulls away
You become a motioned blur,
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If I were to
Sit back in my chair and be comfortable enough
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There is a moment where
I find you laughing
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You do not need to know every detailed fiber of a person To understand them,
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One day, I hope My poems will stop
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Well I found you On the movie screen tonight
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Time will fold into squares of paper Acting as letters with smeared words,
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I've never asked you to walk on water. But one day you'll find me
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I sit in a dream Of radiating alpenglow
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