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I think about the conversation
Rhythmic vibrations of quick conditioning
A loss in communication so thick
It sickens me
In the worst conditions
I've craved that conversation
Just one word echoing out of your lips
Could silence the greatest stress or
The most ferocious worry
The only fury that couldn't be satisfied
By your consonants and vowels
Were the words you echoed through
The keyboard of your iPhone
I need space
I need less conversation
I feel to pieces like a well put together puzzle
That one piece got removed from
Well after countless nights of deprived well being
And a blood alcohol level way over functioning
I have put all the pieces back
All in order except one
That piece is yours to keep
You can hold it as long as you need
And if you keep it till the end of forever
I will learn to live with my heart running
At ninety five percent

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