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I wish I was your navigation
your silent pilot
I want to enter this new genre of perfection with you
a closer look at us
will leave the exclamation of wow at your lips
and your hands out for more
lay your perfect nightmare of a head on me
and maybe I'll feel something
the utter beauty
spewing from your mouth
silences me to a state of calamity
my insanity could never blow anyone away
quite like the painfully sane poetry you dispense
I never doubted your fearful expression
in the light of the sun
I could have been the secret code you want him to break
your every third letter
combining into a letter of farewells
keeping all a secret is not your life story
title me this
a never forgetful memory
your splitting spitting yelling screaming
and yelling for your loving
and your desperate attempt to accomplish
something more than expected
the remix blares in the background
I want only to be an everlasting moment in time
because when the song ends
our unit of time is that much less
see us as what we truly are
nothing and me
we are the undeniable
we are the compiled parts
of the mind of her
leave me yet
and I as well
for you could never understand the things you have read
and henceforth
the attraction of the public
sounds worthless compared to the attentions
of this desolate darkness
we are light and good
lets hope that social conditioning
is the weaker force in this joust of memory
I could never compare you to anything but good
and this
still would be incomplete
your selflessness leaves me stunned
and you are nowhere to be found


And still,
I couldn't explain even if I tried.



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