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Trace around her lips with his fingers, he tries to draw on a smile,

Give it time. These scars are the stars that will show you the light.

And now she's all he sees; he stays awake to watch her breathe the unheard

melodies; the grace notes of her restless sleep.



Hold me now, don't let it fade away from here. It's so clear…



His tattered undershirt-a souvenir that she likes to breathe in.

She sighs-days doing nothing unconscious of time.

And now he's all she sees; she stays awake to watch him breathe the unknown

poetry; sweet sonnets of how it should be.



And everybody might just have these same ideas--

these same plans--I suppose…



We've found a perfect niche: where plastic meets perfect, kill substance for

style…

But inside, we get burned by the fuel that we cannot deny.

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