I Stole These Words
I stole my words from yours in time
a crumpled cry, distinct from mine
Defined the sounds in rounded stride
as seen by us, and timeless bound
Created days, still loosely wound,
freely defined and faintly crowned
and craved by some, and stained as us…
so all depart, and hours bind
Rose to state that stains are timed
relations stay, when hearts can't find
Constrains our sounds as one for us
and truth and hearts retract around,
to find me blindly, and crippled charmed
Behind my heart, so truly defined
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