I was to guarded to see you were unsafe.
and it is all years to deep
malformed, twisted and hard shelled.
laughter from all the wrong places…
you are scarred from my scarring?
is this the world to come?
why am I running this way?
what am I running from?
I crave a kind of stillness that reaches around
and kills the sound eeping out from inside
I'm sorry for your sacrifice.
I'm sorry smooth is not near by.
I'm sorry, so sorry for strange dreams…
you'll make it, dear one
you'll make it with out me.
though we'll be in the same corner...
smiling and in contact
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