Your hands are searching for a spark, But your touch is as light as a bumble bees. And I never cry But yet after I read it I did a little. I needed you out of my head. I am always trying to corset myself into this world, Lungs burning, Trying to remain small enough to squeeze by Catching myself by the wrist to keep from reaching For anything. If ever man were loved by wife, then thee.
For the pillars of the temple stand apart.
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Stop breathing down my neck.