six years too deep
i feel you stumbling
in and out
as we echo in truth
sip our drinks to feel use
a sullen muse
i break and bend in a moments time
recall the coffee beans of tuesday morning
your knees against mine
the sheets upon i
with a touch i could feel
six years and i call
a man in sheets feeling for reason
your mind against mine
a mime in my life
your house with no rules
a couch with dents to prove
and i move in time
twenty two to twenty eight
a period of youth twined with intelligence
you were always just but
a darkened corner in a room
with thought
sentences i could break
your mind twined with mine
arms around mine
a cemetery which spoke
i scream your name in thought
but only you could understand
only this would make sense
your eyes with mine
legs against mine
a mind in july
you and i
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