That smile, etched in my mind, drawn lazily with careful hands,
walks swiftly through blue emotions cast askance,
becomes the line which distinguishes the line which extinguishes
the vacant space of my mind.
If I took you aside I might inform you that I have lived for millennia only to be born anew with each coming of the draining sun.
And then I would continue:
If the moon were mine to give I think I could make you live
another day not so far away
from me take all this, take all of it
away, sail broken dreams, burning the fires of your screams
remind me of the lines from a sad song that made me write the words:
mindless me, am I here at all?
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