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Oct 2012
You keep it that way,
Unchanging,
Static,

A Rolling Rock gathers mold
If you leave it out long enough.

So I ask:
Have you had enough?
You can just laugh
If finding an answer is too tough.

I love to hear it.
I live to hear it
And be near it,
And live inside you

Like a parasitic child
That thrives on your smile
And feeds till it dies.

Would you let me?
I know the answer's no,
I can see it in your eyes.

Which is why I live you.
And why I love inside you
Like a heart that beats its
Metronome in ones and twos
Oh how I'm home when I'm
Inside of you

Curled and twisted and
Beating fast,
And waiting for the day
I can be free, at last,

At least

I'd get to see your face,
Instead of the shadow
That replaced it
For the last seventeen
And one half months.

Come closer, forget about her.
She left your side for a reason.
I'll make you forget
Your silhouette,

The seasons pass,
We get baked
Then wet,
With mild months
In between.

And still I dream
Of glorious spring
And the gloryless
Song we'll sing
When we are reunited

Like a corpse is reinvited
Into mother earth
To fade into dirt.

So will we all
Find our place, our worth.

Just keep looking,
First.
Mike Bergeron
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Mike Bergeron  DC
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