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counting clocks, hope and pray as they number each of my mistakes too long gone, wrong, i bleed and dissipate you sit and stare, almost happy with the wait seeking refuge in the plights of your needles finding my desire in the cracks your needs, still i'm the thought your mind refuses to accept the lie of hate your heart strives for, but has never kept as my eyes twitch to close i think of you, i think of you as the life comes back and beats for proof what the mind has surrendered to as truth
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spoken wordpoetry
