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I AM

Come to life, sweet monument of time and catch the children there breaking on the waves. I am, closing wounds. I am holding hands. I am losing sight. I am. Close your eyes. The world is calling you. So much yearning, driving against the tide... I am, all alone. I am burning inside. I am washing the past. I am quietly turning...

It's poetry, a wonderfully written tragedy. How could you say no? And when it's written down in your own hand, does it make so... true?

I want to grow with you. I want to see you change. As scared as I am of that. Oh I am so calm with you. I am, lying down. I am, waiting in the dark. I am turning on myself. I am, the torn.

Its poetry, a wonderfully written tragedy. How could you say no? And when its written down in your own hand, does it make so... true? Remember the light on the Tuesday past, when the clock tower was only vision and you were the portrait last? Remember the first touch, the stillness in clean air, the boldness of a kiss, the cost that's only fair? I have little else for you, stories on the road and mornings and late nights. I have little else for you. It's true. It's my love. You know, it's my love. It's all I've got to give away.

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