The madness of innocence, innocent
of madness,
We come together, break apart;
No falling but dancing,
No chasm but within.
I hold tightly onto names whispered
Under bedsheets in your sleep
Talking about falling out of windows
To drown in puddled water
like the moon.
"Loving hating, hating loving," soft,
To someone I never see; I dollop salt
And angel's dust just for glue
enough
To hold our love together.
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