I've got the taste of you in between my teeth
I need a place to meet you in my dreams
I told my neurosis to go to sleep
For a good long while, and your smile
That can't be photographed
Loosens my joints into melodies
That fit perfectly inside your palm
I'm calm, and we are mirrors
Not combatants, for a change
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