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I thought I was looking at you
Turns out I saw a reflection
Only saw what you wanted me to see
And nothing more

We are treacherous cavern
full of twist and turns
and slippery spots
You keep pressing in
I keep pulling
Back

If I were a house
full of windows and doors
and locked in spaces
you would hold the key

If I were a car
you could take me for a country drive
Take a couple of sharp turns
get a thrill out of a ride

You could live in me
Until the walls needed paint
You could ride in me
Until you ran out of gas

Of course I don't mind
if you live your life
without me

Feeling your lips
on my forehead and cheeks,
and on my salty lips
these are memories

I am tossed back into my conundrum
Indecision
You keep asking me what I want

I'll tell you what I want
I want to hear what
you want

Some moments need no words
And this is one of them

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