A variation in your voice 

One decibel from your tender-loving

And I’m lost, leaning in my seat

Forward, eyes on nothing.

The air is heavy all the day

I depend on you for breath.

Free me to breathe, help me to live

Let me laugh before I die

I bring a cylinder of stars,

Pour them on your head, I scoop

My heart up from the gutter, give

A brush and offer it again. 

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