Nighttime and I try to still the beating heart
a clever conjurer and mimic
that reigns the mind
grappling it with a nerve twine
swinging it in that direction
of the empty two way street
visible only whence you float
nighttime and I rewind
to many a yesterday's
far too few
passed in facial correspondence
traveling in a straight line
words that belong to you
words that are also mine
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