Am I such that you cannot.
Did I lay in wait too short,
Or perhaps my hands were too cold.
I know your name, your likes.
Hell. I know your smile
and when to listen.
But you won't say anything,
So I stand like a statue.
So I feel that of a stone.
Maybe I'm your spider..
Could I be your forgotten so quick instead-
Or can you be my lustful moment.
I'm catching feathers of snow,
Someone's melted dreamland..
Yet I can't work out the theme tune.
Yet I...
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