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I built grey skies in your honor
Gave you the corridor of dreams
and when your hands finally groped for me,
I was not there

I was in the water surrounding you
this whole time
I touched you like a fragile thing
when I should of just slammed   my way into you

Your bones were always my bones
as if we cannot pull apart
or else die out slowly

or else never live at all