Woke up dazed from the night before. Swelled,
Throbbing my stomach reminds me (of) young lovers fucking next door.
A sweet sweat-soaked sickness
Bottom of the glass, bottom of the barrel.
The solution is always the same:
You whisper to me "is touching, feeling, kissing all a lie?"
We gaze, from this empty view point--divide
On different planes with similar crossroads
The relenting sunset, on both sides, sighed
This photo, wrought with missed memories, bodes
Dark days must pass for space to come undone
Tiny rain tatters as Time passes cold
No efforts bequeath the prodigal sun
For our duties, scratched within sand, still bold
In the end, I promise, we will be whole
Amiss, I miss the shape that fits in mine
Open until it selects one, the sol
Slams the door shut; together we will shine
While waking from poor rest in cold breath,
I've found that the will to seek safeness in
Tension is always in question, and i ask myself...
Can those bridges desired to be crossed,
Really be crossed at all?
But now as i write this sentence, I ask myself...
Is there any other way? Can we see each other in sunlight?
The shine across your brow sets everything in time.
I don't really know about you and me,
But our figures (casting shadows) seem to align.
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