Over time
I feel myself getting closer
I begin to understand the way you
speak the way you
walk small secrets of your being
entrance me key me
into how lucky I am to be so
near make me want to bare my skin
my thoughts my mind to you
Looking at you play guitar your face changes and I
splay myself across the bed and listen as your plucks rise to the ceiling
splay myself across the bed and listen as your plucks rise to the ceiling
Even in the distance there is closeness
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