when you babble on
about what you feel and what you saw
and what you had
and what you are
i get lost in the rhythms
and forget the message
i get confused by the syllables
and forget the confessions
i lag behind the river run
of your voice
looking for the sun
standing backwards
in my humility
but in what's guilty
you talk on
and never notice
(done)
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