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I can see your face
at the end of the day
when time has run down
into one last cigarette ash
you turn to me and ask
'do you like me?'
and I just smile and rest
my head upon your breast
inside each others loneliness
we blame each other
for being alone
our fights are fights for space
lost in rage and tantrum tears
I reach up gently hiding them
behind my hands
like a room without a window
I can see you face
after a few glasses
of chardonnay
bar music underneath
our best friend talks
elixirs and laughter
I can feel your warmth
leaning against my back
your sun against my wall
my world without your smile
pulling me away from myself
falling softly into your arms
keeping days away from harm
my pain without disgrace
looking up in childlike
adoration
I can see your face
the life you promised
at times seems such a waste
sometimes I really hate you
for all you give in grace
beside you
my weakness fills my life
reminding me of being
blessed beneath your touch
holding beauty high
pretending I have sight
looking over at you in bed
living in black and white
old movie dreams
only you can see
and I can almost taste
I can see your face
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