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Oct 2020

How do I stop looking..
when do I let go?
Your need is my view
(my access to you)
and if and when   you
no longer need me..
well,
then I'll smile  a smile;
but until then,  I
would even
pull you to me as
my own, forever-
   if that is what you need.
And for that,
part of me wants to
                apologize..
but the better side of me
wants to say,

    you’re welcome.

Maybe all those things
you already understand  
from me
but one thing I know for sure--

if you keep moving towards the good
you are going to be
view-******* for life,

     in the best of ways.


     Oh--

     and you’re welcome.


In this place, can you reassure me
with a touch, a smile  
while the cradle's burning
all the while the world is turning to noise
Oh the more that it's surrounding us
the more that it destroys
turn up the signal
wipe out the noise.

Man, I'm losing sound and sight
of all those who can tell me
wrong from right--
when all things beautiful and bright
sink in the night
Yet there's still something in my heart
that can find a way
to make a start

To turn up the signal
Wipe out the noise.

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Written by
M Vogel  ya- strange, odd, unusual
(ya- strange, odd, unusual)   
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   acacia and CarolineSD
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