impulsive through senses never fleeting
branches of emotion stabbing and cracking
in a sleep we visit our mistakes safely missing
all we could have freed we left
for the escape of sexual collections and the intellectual tunnels
bareness of the silence in memory chases slowly behind my actions
reeling back to what we knew in the frighted touch of being found
within each others' eyes hiding all we ever said
somehow reach out to me as branches from every blackened tree still breathing
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