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10m
No lens
Azaria 10m
since I’ve been loving you,
no scene, no film, can capture nor grasp what I have,
capture my world,
the light that goes through the lens to another,
is the same that shines straight from my heart to yours,
no filter, no refraction,
just my attraction,

watch you as you try and break down in fractions,
the thoughts in my head,
like a false critic,
an audience, infiltrating its perspective into a star role,
well you watch, but don’t understand,
that’s alright,
still take my hand,
I’ll show you, through my own lens, the true,
then you’ll see,
I, the tide that roam the blue,
seeks you, my wind,

Before I’d been loving you,
I'd always wondered what kept them moving,
waving,
filming,
now it is as clear as day,
you see,
sway as one,
but dance as two.
3d · 17
This year
Azaria 3d
this year, another,
time grows, yet she remains,
hopes for a harvest,
yet dead crops
in unmoved soil.

the wind carries,
and unwillfully
takes her along.

this year,
intended as the great,
somehow feels like
a bird who's lost melody.

fearfully, blindly,
walks into those doors,
not wanting to go beyond,
yet still wants to leave
those timeless tears.
3d · 53
Secret Garden
Azaria 3d
If you pay the price,
you may reap what hides—
there’s a secret garden nobody knows.

You go driving ’round,
look in, but never enter.
If you’ve got a hammer and a vase,
you can take what’s hers.

She’ll lead you down the path
that you never let one in yourself.
Hopes of being heard—
he never truly will.
In her words, his mind,
forever at risk, yet still yearns.

There’s everything you want, everything you need.
His second nature: restraint—

always is, and ever will be.
If you don’t take her hand,
what else have you got?
But those daisy chains of empty thoughts—

it’s all slipped away.

And time sits upon him on her bench,
his mind wanders,
with the stars as they trail along, behind another,
like a queue of his thoughts,
and once again, blocked,
from what is his—
a chance lost in the haze, as he watches her walk away.

And there he stands,
still-
in her secret garden.
Which once was,
what he could have been
This is inspired by the song 'Secret Garden' by Bruce Sprinsteen, I built off a few lines from the song

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