You've seen me now
Your looking tends my form
A little closer
And we close the captions
Into words
But I still cannot know you
You in your grace of time
Grace of place
Place me outer bounding
Each step I face
So
Which way should I look at you
Because Where old habits die
In the closet of needles nails and points
Driven out from driving
These resorts are left to me
These are resorts
And see me this
I'd love to drill a spike
Brushing brilliant bites
Of smooth through the bark of your hair
And there where my tap could tip
The spirits straight from the top
I'd surge away the pensives
And then how may I look you then
For I won't let a look offend
But even filling with your juices
I will not let you be my end
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