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Sep 2015
narrow couch to lay across
carpet for stepping and losing loss

walls around to capture chords
roof above to hear our words

eyes to speak and hands to touch
mouths that move and lips that hush

ears that yearn and lungs that wait
arms that hold and smiles a little late

songs that know and films that show
confessions that cause our hearts to glow

-c.j.
This is me going back to basics, everyone. It's a lot of fun; I cannot deny the simplistic rhyme, nor the ideas it conveys.
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