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I know that I’m not a poet

Because I get too bored with the words

And all I can see is the wasted time

And there’s no sublime

Like the small of your back;

The base of your spine

What was it that you wanted that you would not want again?

What was it that you wanted that you would not want again?

I know that you couldn’t listen to that song

It froze you right there where you stood

We carried the weight of this love for so long;

Flew down the hill side

Sand in our hand

The sun was upon us

As we fell through the air

What was it that you wanted that you would not want again?

What was it that you wanted that you would not want again?

After the boards and the nails had their way

And all of the saints were put to shame

All I could see was the wasted breath;

The reality of betrayal

How we lied to each other

But mostly to ourselves

What was it that you wanted that you would not want again?

What was it that you wanted that you would not want again?

All I can see is the morning coming back

And making the world whole again

The hopefulness of another chance

To not go wander or settle for less

And holding the miracle

In the palm of your hand

To witness a beginning

You can almost understand

What was it?

What was it?

What was it that you wanted that you would not want again?

What was it that you wanted that you would not want again?

What was it?

What was it?

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