but... I\'m not here

when your evaluating mind\'s eye meet mine

you can\'t see me... I\'m not here...

don\'t look, promise not to see...

I\'ll present hell heavenly for you

just give me this feverish slight

look, don\'t look, see, don\'t see... move backwards...

out-of-focus, you can\'t see me...

let me lie... I can\'t see you

I\'m not nowhere near here

I... never... you see me... not again

I love nothing you do

but... don\'t think for a bit

there\'s a scull behind my feverish eyes

as your soft skin keep yours hidden from view

and inside the inside, between the in-between
... and the far below

my eyes always fade when good meet with now
... to create that little thing... that beautiful sense
as a magic intrusion into doubt
... you always shine that tiny moment just before
then you fade away like a dying day
... in my eye... in my mind... in my dreams
you are always out-of-focus

get it?

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