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What lies behind the key
You asked me a question without saying a word. Could I ever love again?
I couldn't find the answer. should I ever want to? The words that escaped my mouth. then you asked them to show you things you already knew to be true. So I obliged. No deflections or misconceptions to lead you astray. The ways of a slippery tounge. Should I just show you the wrong side of a key? Let all the memories melt away. Twisting and rolling like two serpents wrapped in lustful irresponsibility. Laying half naked beneath floors. Should I take another by her hand. Blowing on clouds, foolishly trying to piece myself together with a bag of broken shards? Smoke rings and endless possibility. Don't get lost Staring into the gaze of a gazers stare. Looking through the eyes of what you wanted to see. All the while burning with a torch every memory of you and me.
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joseph randall
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