Static and yet so meaningful,
like the first light of dawn...
Like broken seashells that no one wants
but can't quite throw away...
You hold me still...
Flashpoint.
Moonbeams.
And the story of the angry unicorn...
And even these things to shall pass.
You hold me still...
Pulled so tight to the point of ecstasy
and snapped like a spider's web.
What is it that you want?
What is it that I need?
You hold me still...
So, traveling like a rock on water.
Skip, skip, skip and sink...
You set like the sun.
And all I see is night.
You hold me still...
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