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I am captivated by your faces,
the amount I can't control the way I adjust it,
your many faces,
I lose the sense of what you mean to me.
Because I know you are the one who can save me,
with thousands of love with history,
I can't pretend that something else would contain me,
to live one day without the thought of you and me.
Carrying on through the night,
it's a mess we've made too many times,
I spend my days avoiding light,
lose my view of what you mean to me.
Careful now,
you've come too close,
to know the will and will of your one and only cause,
and even though we are made of dust,
a sliver of gold is inside each of us.
So put your weight on top of it,
lay it to moments till you compromise,
fragile things delighting,
taking a bite of what he never tasted.
Yet he never fed.
Servants of an anchor,
and such a child of your race,
I promise my mother,
I would add to the rest of your space.
So put your weight on top of it.