Eyes fixed on you,
The mere glance of you
The perceived still motion
The mere gap of you.
Remembered and ached voice,
The mere vision slowed
The watched-over glance
Remained absorbed and bowled.
Submerged fast-forward life,
Underwent a manque rise
The mere sight renewed
And returned at life's price.
It is how we are, ourselves,
Held together and sound
Here is nothing subdued
The mere voice is our bound.
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