Where you stand.
You are this untouchable tower
of which I
twirl my fine, unsaid words around
you.
Coiled around your every curve
Fitting in all your lines,
whispers so faint you don't know I am speaking
Intertwined into clouds of invisible
words
For you, I fell so hard
Uncountable crossing lines
In all the silver instances
Pretending you were mine.
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