Why do we talk? Why do we even bother?
What are we talking about, when I see you?
What do I want? What am I looking for?
What do I want from you? What do I want?
I want love. Obvious Love.
I want love, To strike me like a hammer.
I want love. Obvious Love.
I want love, To strike me like a hammer.
Can you meet me? You meet me half way to,
Right here. The middle of so so much room.
So so much room. So so much space btween us.
Where did it go to in such a short time?
What are we doing? Why do I measure you?
Why do I raise you up? And I feel less.
I do feel less. I think you don’t notice me.
Can you see loving me, Is what you can do?
I see the love. All of the loving parts.
From every angle. From all of the starts.
The question now. It is not, why are we?
It is, why aren’t we? Why Aren’t We?

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