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Feb 2011
And I really wish that I could say
I don't want you the way that I do
But I'd be lying if I implied
I don't constantly think about you

We're two halves of a different whole
Don't quite fit well together, it's true
Yet I find myself drawn
From the dusk 'til the dawn
To all of the things that you do


The dew on the grass doesn't know
It'll be gone by the end of the day
I can swear, I did not see it coming
Your existence coming into play

As I try to avoid misbehaving
Muscle memory drags me to your door
I can't knock, I am weak
And forbidden to speak
I wander the city once more


It is quite sad, what you have made of me
Without thought, I was stripped to the bone
There's no blame, just an aching, persistant
Without nothing, I wander, alone.
(an experiment with rhythm.)

(and, also, rhyme.)
k f
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   st64 and Marina Albuquerque
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