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Lye still letting you washes over me, spiraling out into ambient ripples. Oh but still the day persists, centering myself ready to walk that narrow rope. Slipped steps as you crash into me, ragging turbulence disorder chaos, relapses into nothingness. One word one statement wrought upon all encompassing everything echoes out forever nothingness inscribed upon a pinpoint crafted from infinity.
Pull down to make the handle move. Pull down to move. The ball starts rolling, I again start walking. No slipped steps as you can now flow through me. Cut, cut away. Freeze frame.
You lye still and I wash over your flesh now damp you begin to understand. Eyes open in slow motion. Dilating and contracting the crystalline quality of your cornea.
Slipped steps, complexity, as you again crash into me. My flesh now damp I begin to understand. Feeling foreign to me all encompassing everything, bright white nothingness.
We are standing eye to eye, approaching as we back away. Arms up, palm to palm, but still we move away. Fade away, time splits, fragments and I melt away.
I see you walking such a narrow strand, slipped steps as I crash into you begin to understand.

Somewhere in my minds house there is a bathtub full of tears. All around me vases full of dead roses and empty promises.
Somewhere in my minds house there is a room with broken windows. All around me crumbled up papers, torn up love letters.
Somewhere in my minds house there wander lonely children. All around me blank faces, empty grasps.
Somewhere in my minds house there leys an empty bed. All around me smells of sex soaked with tears.
Somewhere in my minds house there is a bathtub full of tears. All around me vases full of dead roses……… empty promises.