The knees are not my weakest link
I sit and I think - how little can we care?
How can the questions be so big, and the answers
So insignificant? I look to you
But your eyes are closed
You don't like questioning the nature of the tears in my eyes
I begged you to take my hand
Abandon the skin you are looking at, abandon the knowledge
That the water striking us is a long way from heaven
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