My Summertime

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While you tear through my ecstasies glance upon stare
I am bound to this tightrope
Treading on mountains of mumbled affection with my hands tied by barbed wire behind my back
A smile crosses my lips and yours as well
Quietly
Muted blue halftones over power lines above our heads
Soundlessly
In the din of a streetlight
Insecurity at its core
Where we are happiest alone

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