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I care about you though I fear
Signs of showing it, so you are in the dark
Hallway of make-belief, shunned and ready.
And place drugs its wonderment, any
Space between us and them seems to ling
And shine, drained of its waters, broad shoulders.
Life-like. And combustion of the deepest engines
Turn when we roam. Soul inside rekindled dreams
Of while we are apart to retrieve something more
Than sticks. I think its stems have roots. I think
I'm chasing you to an extreme. Like a pie crust
That melts & crunches, is dealt to a throat
Down into beloved, tethered love. You beat me across
The room with phrasings. I think it a game.
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