Alone along a passing plane
My love, conjecturing parabola,
I reach for you in matinees' dream,
My arms become my master.
Alone, how could I ever
Define alone with a blade,
Why at night you toss and turn me?
My heart becomes my grave.
Alone. Again.
Each passing phase as powerful
As Titan, a slipping tongue
Bouncing off your face.
Alone! With my guts
Embraced and words at my lips,
I chop out my wrists to give you my soul,
I bring you my love,
my life
(gifts)
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i love that line there is just something about it
Bree
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