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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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