12.3.10

I hear you, but I dont know what youre saying. Your words are like music, the bass of you voice. I could dance to this conversation. Lose myself in your melody. Never stop talking to me. The freedom I get from you. So raw and yet there is beauty. Im like the moth that dances around the warmth of the flame. You are my warmth, my flame. We must run to get away from all of this. Im lost in the desert of this life. The little cup of hot water keeps us going. Read the entrails of the sheep. They will tell us where to go. Point over the horizon. Talk to me some more, this dance cant be over.

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