A prison of my times .. and a paradise of yours .. but are you still listening to my echoes through your pulsations?
We could share ourselves through these wires .. but can you touch me without f l i n c h i n g?
With tangibility always the question .. answers ridicule my clumsy efforts to c r a w l out of this corner ..
Guilty of facing my back on hope .. it would still smile politely understanding what I really mean.
When we pushed through the blizzard .. we believed in what we couldn't see ..
but I fell out of your shadows and let myself breathe in my selfishness ..
When THEY take control of you .. let them in to give you those last a u t u m n l e a v e s ..
Far away is the distant summer where I held them for you .. in your hands.
Transcend for the intangible ..
and watch this last sunset with me.
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