Clearly written in ink,
where the things I felt to be true.
The boundries. and mutual attraction.
Sometimes you say things, or hold this expression-
and I can see the geers turing, your stern understanding.
an intensity I find unbarable, and frighteningly sexy.
Water surges over words,
and they melt into confused stains.
a blue tyedye of lovers sky.
I squint, and try to see the letters inside the freash ocean.
Reread the things that seporate us. keep us apart.
keep me from falling in love.
I drowned myself in doubt.
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