You tell me in too little words that our time is limited
Your eyes staring straight ahead while stroking my arm
To what end will I time out
Till you lose me while talking about the now
In limited dim lit doom who am I to assume
That you would want to whether waning weather with me
Am I so semi permanent
Is it so easy to slip away
Still I find myself slipping to sleep
Slumped against some warmth
Waiting while wanting
Wilting when knowing
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