the razor blade show
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The time, still The seconds, unwavering For the moment stands still A moment Unadulterated by the most liberal of touch We stand We sit Together in mind Together in spirit Joined Coalescent in thought and body The precision with which the very motion Hearts beating In a composite of the very pure Screaming Not with pain but the emotion of being again one with you Crying Not with pain but the emotion of holding you One need not speak longer The bond, so strong So breakable You stand now a man Before, a boy We are intertwined in the most insatiable desire The fear of parting lost For the time, still. | ||||