of course and sound mind, April 2009

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she's a funny sort of girl
but we perform such magic
i call her misunderstood
but find myself in such a daze
and i call her clarity
and i hold her in my hands
and she breathes her truth unto me
i exhale my anxiety

"you're just 'blowing smoke'"
they accuse us of being untrue
but you've grown out of the dirt
if such a thing can be said about you
i can hold you and i know your scent well
and you've shaken me like no other
finger under my chin, pulling me up,
i see open skies in your eyes

i turn you in my hands
and consider the truth i find in your web
how is it so easy?
your love flows through me
i choose to not look back





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