the edges are slipping out from under the doormat
a crystal moment in time
sneaking up my stairs
one by three
these moments say to me
i would
(a conditional statement)
i want
(a little more direct)
I need
(a plea for help)
i need someone to listen to my fears
to talk to my fantasies
to take me away to another world
if i could only say it right
then there would be someone to love me back
but nothing is given and less is chosen
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