Excessive

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The wind,
like a heart that swam in the accumulated words
The clouds,
a voice that was shot into the holding future.

The moon,
a shaking heart in an unsteady mirror
The stars,
gentle tears in an overflowing stream.

Isn't it beautiful,
to walk together in each others hands
I do so want to go,
To your city, your house, into your arms.

That heart,
held within your body
In those confusing nights
I dream.

The wind,
Its halting words are a gentle illusion
The clouds, the broken future like a distant voice.

The moon,
A heart flowing in the clouded mirror
The stars,
broken and swaying, like tears unable to be hidden.

Isn't it beautiful,
to walk together in each others hands
I do so want to go,
To your city, your house, into your arms.

That face,
A soft touch,
Dissolving into morning, I dream

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If anyone can name that song.. or what album you might find it on... I will have sex with you.. seriously.

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