the touch of sandpaper
reminds me of this
rough, rocky, makes me cringe.
feels like Limbo
suspended in mid air
helpless and confused
dumb and confound
your face, consistent like the moon;
your sentiments are just as distant.
You take me around in circles
with no aim or direction at all.
Someday soon I hope to know
what's on your mind
and how this is supposed to go.
Days have passed
all sunshine no gloom
and now i know your answer.
no questions. no fools.
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