The Reenactment
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Baby's eye with eyes half closed
Delight is his gesture
Tilts her head
With a touch breath deflates
And the mind collapses
Like a star
Take the certainty
Out of the death equation
And put a gun to my head
And I will help you
Place the crucifixion
Into the privacy of our love
Words become illusion
The endless is the cure
In revolt
Tear the thoughts from my head
And spread them on the wall
As tears run down the screen
In the sun
I'm dying to reach the surface
I'm saving all my breath for you