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| A whisper of something in my head A misplaced beat inside my chest I take a deep breath and then I sigh Don't give it a name or it just might go away. Tentative surely is not that bad It has its mystery and it makes delicious sparks Don't say a word, just give me clues Keep it playful and light to keep away the blues. Never squarely there We're quite not here either We're somewhere in between I'm all messed up within Who needs to know: why, how and where The when could have been then The end, the start, the rest Could just happen next. Do what we can do, do what you must Rushing may be rushing the end But moving backward or forward it matters not Halfway to somewhere is just as well. to m 14feb00, dvo |