all the things you are i think i never saw
'cause i see you only sporadically you're on a pedestal like an antique vase
the truth just rubs me raw
it's heavy in my jaw
even in my alternate reality i was blinded by the pall of desire
desire for you
now it's easier
but i feel queasy yeah
how much time is too much time to know that never is not enough
this psycho's universe is laughing loud and terse
'cause when i spectate in my own life it's on account of the keening nagging caw of desire
desire for you
i think i cured myself
inwardly i delve to purge myself of poetic poison
ineffabilities that nag the elf of my desire
desire for you

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