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Like Intertwined Vines On A Post Gothic House Tim D Ryan
Like Intertwined Vines On A Post Gothic House
Meet me at sunrise, on the balcony without any lights.
Open and assured, to what I have to say.
Hand in hand, eyes so static...
Now I can't remember what your face looks like.
Somewhere between the heavens and the sky,
you lost your wings. And fell into the sea.
Your voice was, so desperate to make me-
Your touch made, me wonder if this all was-
I now know, I could have found a way to bribe you.
To keep you settled here in my arms.
Why didn't you, meet me at sunset?
Let me down, never sure of engagement.
I assure you, I never really got mad.
We all tried, found a new way to survive.
Grew out our wings, better than your loose fit-copy.
Still, we were left on the beach, rings in our hand.
Above a city in the sands.
Now I can't remember what your face looks like.
Now I can't...
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