I Would Like

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I would like to see

Without thought of being seen.

I would like to speak

Without fear of being overheard.

I would like to end

These fierce desires stirred.

My heart glows warm, beats cold

Wanting what it cannot hold.


I would like to know

Without ever being known.

I would like to take

Without ever being taken.

I would like to stay

Half asleep while awakened

To the cadence of your voice

Painting the soft white noise.


I would like to leave

Without wishing I could stay.

I would like to walk

Without your ghost alongside.

I would like to go on living

And never sell the key

To these secret, precious thoughts

You have caused but never sought.

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