Life detaches much less loved
A taste familiar but watered down
And each day passes into the next
Like television flickering unseen
But I don't think about it
That fire was just a fracture
Do you hear a voice from my side?
And poetry fills an empty room
With silence broken and confused
And my desire becomes a pacifer
I need to feel alive and awake
Something aging in the water
The wishing fire is still alive
And I think his heartbeat will not die
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