| into the depth of the sea we go.
i looked back nostalgically at times. the sunrises and sunsets we've seen together. books and poetry and music and the beautiful and the sublime.
when we whisper through our eyes, lips, fingertips.
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| for the love of nina simone;
... you've found me just in time.
now you're here, and nowhere i'm going
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| through your eyes;
you unveiled the tenderness in me.
but then now it's all me and myself in that couleur cafe. coffee and cigarettes. silhouettes of trees and leaves frisking about in their own reflections, inside the mist of this porcelain tea cup.
but the now it's all me and myself.
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