The smothering eyes,
The precarious memories,
The smokey touch,
The scars of pain,
The playful fingers,
The smacks of taste.
...When I see you safe in the frame by my bed.
The fiery words,
The stone cold eyes,
The forgotten memories,
The lost touch,
The unfeeling skin,
The tired fingers,
The spiteful tongue.
... when I see you lying besides me, lost in a private ethereal world.
Should I just stare and love you both?
Or
Should I pick up my choice with shaking hands and walk...
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