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You say love got it all wrong. At my best when it's like this. All the things said, bodily, part - away. The smooth flow of words is but a great wall between us. I can't speak. My tongue clashes with still air. I didn't mean this... I didn't mean anything. Ruled by a frame that only half-knows where to fly to. Let's find a space where we can dance. I thought of walking across the pebbles that day, and every word she said as her body was slumped against the old fire stack. Tender. Don't say a word. I can't tell how far you're letting me in... whether you're letting me in. Still waiting to find the one day I can stand to find. Sometimes I watch your curls. It feels like falling asleep. |
