I remember what I want
it's December, I forgot
I'm at the end of my thoughts
wading my fingers in the pond
that responds to your love
it's a mirror
you can hear it
in the sincerely insincere farewell
forever yours
if you'll have me
intended more
but I'm lacking
just let me soar
just let me practice
I'll listen for
another chance
to tell you that
I'm not tryin to sell shoes
I'm tryin to comprehend you
I'm trying to apprehend views
of mountain ranges and avenues
and fuse them into this statue
I didn't sculpt it with clay
but these words are here to stay
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