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poem is never finished, only abandoned. ~Paul Val�ry
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Where Would We Be?
Nights grow colder, the days grow longer You are never here, even when you are Things grow tenser, emotions run deeper I know you�re wishing upon that elusive star.. Words come shorter, sex becomes quicker You are never here, even when you are Motions beget anger, anger begets silence I know you�re wishing to mark me with scars. Routines dissolve, and lies begin You are never here, even when you are Laughter dies, and smiles are denied I know you�re wishing to wander afar. Where would we be, if you were to leave? How would we survive, if you were to say goodbye? What could we do, if you gave so few? Who would you be, if not for me? raw || truth |