Sunday, January 25

.. .-..---...-. -.-----..- (I Love You)

 Without all the fuss and nonsense; without all the senseless rhyming.
You are the pebble in my pond. You ripple my heart. 
Let's skip rocks and count the beats.
We sketch our lives and smear the lead. 
My fingerprints and paper cuts are yours.

I tire.
You linger.
You tire.
I linger.

We make love in the static.
We decode the noise.
You and I are silent.

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