Your paradise redrawn on my empty mind-map
I tweak a word, try to sneak in a place
In hopes that the map sinks them in somehow
Your city, is oh-so-far-away now, and you
Near to far and back, swinging wildly on whims
When you are close, these words sound shrill
when away, this distance, too loud for sound
Again and again, I draw up empty maps with
Words, more words and all silences that fit
In between unheard words which surely know
What's meant to be, will never come to be
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