Drawn Out

We only talk when we can't see

We only fuck when we dream

Flirtatious forms of espionage

When eyes spotlight, again we dodge

Tread through fields of broken glass

Of broken worries bred from past

Distance serves to save and stretch

To surrealize this sketch

Of where we're going, still not clear

Confuse nerves or exaggerate fear

Investigate, but won't let know

Try to draw hearts, but spades we show

So once more, we play chicken

Which egg will hatch first, or will it end

Why do we suffer through the twists

When we know the end is in our midst?

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