With breathless ego in stride
we climb above to hide
hair fastened, intertwines
For when melancholy pervades
even warmth takes effort
quiet she says, don't interrupt.
Whilst in mechanical tick tock
she abandons her silly glance
ignorant eyes, slow and entranced
Thick, half witted discourse
mute barren hands, she wins
and thus, we haven't spoken since..
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