When I talk...
talk to you...
it's like chopsticks..
playing in my head...
trying to make a song..
whose lyrics I forget..
Have let you go..
yet hold on to you--
finding us...
somewhere..
is all I wish to do...
The half sleep..
half wake syndrome
that you and me suffer from
and what rests is faith...
for you in me...
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