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the thing is, with you;
no matter how much I try to lie to myself
the lie can never be so beautiful
it captivates me from the truth or
too ugly it drives me away,
never again to find my way back, with you;
I’m always aware that

by your fingertips lie sterling chandeliers
by my feet skeletons trying to hitch a ride,
by your feet clouds prompting you forth
by my fingertips lie presumed fulfillment,

jump, jump so your forehead and the moon could be equals;
that air I breathed became one with nothing

the difference between us.