Bow down and write
Let me do this thing.
Sick for these days
Left smiling alone.
Let's get this surreal
and meet in our unconscious.
If I live in this dream
There's got to be
no way out.
Let our eyes do the talking
our hands do the holding.
A boisterous silence
around the sickening picture.
There's a burning side in me
that wishes
this love is all fated.
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