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No Words
But satin sheets
your head rests inside
To hold every treasure that I hold
So clean under my mind
That brood me to sleep as well
Oh, what poets bend your thoughts
Oh, what perfect shapes confine
And as you reach my lip's high cliff
And pull in a porcelain kiss
So my words drip slower on
Drying up within the walls
Taht trap my restless mind
No words to size it up
No numbders to count blessings
That bed under thouse satin sheets
No ponder left to comprehend
How far love shows how bold it goes
Oh, how the bread crumb trail
Seemed to trickle out
Somewhere back a ways
That I can't see from here
