I see your fire,
I ask you please,
you hear my screams,
you touch my disease;
denial,
just not good enough,
resistance,
just a little to rough;
but still
there is tomorrow,
sitting alone and forsaken
just a heartbeat away;
your touch
warms my soul
even
from such a distance,
the sound of your magical voice
ringing inside
my tired head,
soothing,
taking me to a land
no other has ever
known.
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