If I touch you
in the light of my room
will you disappear?
and dissemble all the gloom
Skins a luxury
and I know I must act soon
but you humble me
with your eyes like the moon
light
beams/I cannot hold
my love/will not be sold
when distance/turns my words cold
I wish that/things won't grow old
If I think of you
will you plunge in like a knife
when in solitude
starve my stomach, give me strife
compartmentalize
is what they tell me, what they say
turn time into boxes
turn your cardboard face away
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