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The denial flooding my veins
subsides before your onslaught.
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Our eyes meet and glance away,
as stones skip across a lake.
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Suffocating and forsaken, I choked
on my speechlessness.
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I wanted to tell you,
but my words withered in the blue of your eyes.
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spurning childlike delight,
we grasp at explanations
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But though I watch until all fades to black,
he stands stiffly, and never once looks back.
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Yet though she bows in dormancy's first despair,
her stark rameal elegance remains,
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'Soon my love will be here'
shivers in the dying leaves.
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Caresses on my skin cascade.
The taste of whispers' masquerade
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Winds whistle tuneless music
Batting, playful, at my hair
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The sky slowly dissolves to grey,
Filling me with indecision
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So the pen scratches and my heart races,
And my feelings have not words or faces.
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Instead of mourning her demise,
The stars cavort across the skies.
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Lingering winter and she grieves
The dance of sunlight in the leaves
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Across the vivid staff of Fall
Autumn sounds in symphony
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When will summer seek its grave?
Release the winds to fill the sky
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I've lost the phrasing to express,
Lost all sense of rhythm and rhyme.
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The storm rampages all around
But the strength of your arms prevails
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He devours the remains
Gorging on rhythm and rhyme
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Sweep, sweep, the broom across the floor
Stirs memories from the night before
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The smile that leaves me dazed
The doubts that, dying, burn and sear
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Two suns flame in the sky
A tug-of-war is waged
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Sounds that struggle towards meaning
But fall away grasping still
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Witty words but weeping within
Wrapped around your little finger
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Take off in magnificent flight
Instead of wings, two graceful skis
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Loosing, redeeming
With iron-firm decree
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These voices only I can hear
Murmur to me of France's needs
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He doesn't want to realize
Only shadow, just reflection
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It passes globs and lumps and crusts
The aroma sharp and fetid
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So chase the wind, embrace the wind
Beauty’s gonna fade someday
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Beneath the feral gyration
The calm of an empty mind
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Lovely blackness bleed
Within my nonexistence
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Valley of the Shadow of Death
And still she believes in her God
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As the yellow gas infiltrates the air
Realization sinks in
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Black v. white, they bash, stab and pierce
For at the end, only one can reign
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