If only you could hear the echoes in my mind
The clatter of the outside world could not distract you from my hauntedness
Would you please be so contrary
As to love me when we both agree you shouldn't
Would your love be kind of scary
Or is love the grand delusion in this story
Wouldn't love be the mystery substance
Troubling all sense of loss
Dewy-eyed I walk across
Your eyes linger on my image and I
Wait for you to notice
You're the perfect sense of nuance unattained
Where will we both be when
We meet, and change
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