As clear as the fact that the moon watches me under the clouds, I know you.
I long for you. The wine I've never tasted but long for all the same...
I long for all the things beyond your face and name...
Show me.
I feel your heart beating behind this cold wall...
And I will never be sure if you're even there at all...
But i see you hold your hand up to face mine..
I see you do all these and more in the confines of my mind
But I feel you. I know you know I do.
And you embrace me with arms that I can't touch but warms me all the same..
I want to feel everything beyond your face and name.
Is it really you?
It's all in my head.
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