Stationary beds
Worn-out fashion
Bland machines
Same cold evening air
Bored roads
Recycled thoughts
Slippery patience
Tricky times of time
Mercurial distance
Exhausted sleep
I’d trade it all
With no hesitation
Just to hear you
Utter one real word
In front of me
Breath on face
Eyes on mine
Heart on sleeve
Soul as one
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