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When did relationships
Get defined
By a read receipt?
Will we
Only measure intimacy
By a tweet?

What do we have left,
Why can’t we
Go back
To laughter
In a diner seat
Passion as it waves.
Tidal breaking in and out.
Day time and it's long night.
I dread the coming drought.

If I don't speak while in tow,
If fish don't bite,
If I don't sink below,
If I don't see the blight.

Maybe in the morning,
There'd be light,
I'm drujnk
Among the flowers where you were told to wait, and listen to the wind.
The sum of it's parts is always late, but what it brings,
A friend at timid pace,
A friend who knows the place,
A friend to tend the flowers,

You knew while you still wait.
If gods don't bleed then I know for sure that I am man.
I know just as well how to stitch above that alleged red, so that what you think you've seen,
I will remain immortal, towering over kings.
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