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» Emergence From Wing To Fingertip
in a forgotten room,
the tenth day of August
your voice as crystalline shadows
with words from your mouth
i never thought i'd hear again
"you know i care;
never tell me i don't"
drained and lifeless
without you
if somehow i could push my way inside of you
and make it known what you are for me;
ideal mirror and only brother
yet you never let me in
forever outside i'm watching you
with more depth to this than i have for myself
and when you say,
"i know i'll never..."
know that i'll always,
and never forget.
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