Trickling thoughts that dance
Light confusion and shocking chance
Innocence in purest design
Secret wishes aligned

To hang on every fragment and speculation
Of just knowing, holding attention
Childlike indulgence
Morbid wonder in purest substance

Silence is lingering asylum
No words to be spoken in that freedom
And I'd lay there a thousand times
To feel those curves, those lines

Of the perfection in his face
With the hope that one day I may trace
With gilded fingers on his heart
The labyrinth he left on mine before we part

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