To
get you is to get to you.. I search, in your eyes, the fuel To drive my
mind to that dream Your desert has been sold It is what you said, And
yes, I see no mirages,either..
To get
you is to call you I search in my fingers The numbers of altruism.. Nothing
much,just the prints of your id And so,I shall never get to you I shall
never call you..
And your room gets dark Just
as theirs before you... I do not do guilt trip anymore nor The blank page
therapy Be silent,Be absent Break your own heart As if I care...
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