We are lying still
Arm in arm, leg curling leg
Your strained I love you
And I mean it neither
We are lying, still
We are content
Closer than a river to the river bed
But my thoughts hurl like a hurricane
And yours are silent
We are content
Will this: never end.
A pledge and a promise
Reused, wrenched and twisted
Hollowed out again
Will this never end?
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