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Tesseract - Seafieldroad
On that side of the wall there's a version of here
But the table's the other way round
It's a mirror of this and next door it's the same
But the clock face is yellow not brown
In the both next to ours sit ourselves in this place
But in there your hair parts to the right
And your eyes the same depth with
That thought on your mind
But next door you stayed silent that time
And next door again we chips and talk shop
Next door again we're not there
We've gone to the shore
And we're skipping some stones
And you reach for me then but catch air
I lean on my hand on this side of the wall
And you tear it all down with
Let's get out of here'
And I say 'the beach'
And you're pulling me near
But I think you're joking
And I start acting weird
But you don't this time
And you stop me this time
And you say this time
This time
Right at this moment
We're pressed up to the wall
My hands in you hair the shake of our fingers
Finally burning a trail of tears
Your breath on my body and lash brush my lips
And this fury of touch
A violent solace
Of soft soft soft soft soft fingertips
So longed for this shudder of sweltering pains
That bloom as your fingers crush into me
And my cells break down
My skin becomes yours new
You cry and I bury you inside me
For this time is all time
And I'll never lose this
Even when you're gone
