Mark steady with trembling hands. X's across the calendar. Count up the days I thee wed. You've stumbled across your balance. Scratch away the cold secrets. Loving with paper and pencil. Reaching the most quiet resolve. You have passed a failing test. I was bound to bleed the rest. Your voice sounds like it's right next door. I can envision you right around. Cold kissing with sweat in vacant air. I can still remember you right here. Count up the days with numbers. It's the strangest kind of loneliness. Counting with quiet resolve. Airports are both joyous and tragic. They make the sweat fall from my palms. That day I woke up beside you. Today I am living inside the phone. Your eyes are the stars across my dreams. If they would fall just for me, I might well be the one.
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