Tom Wachtel:
Look into my
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Aglow, I listen
Tom Wachtel:
Touch my
Tom Wachtel:
A door to adore
Tom Wachtel:
I stood quite still
Tom Wachtel:
Darkly come
Tom Wachtel:
Your ominous
Tom Wachtel:
The darker it
Tom Wachtel:
To touch yet
Tom Wachtel:
To tell
Tom Wachtel:
Your everchanging never
Tom Wachtel:
Look before you
Tom Wachtel:
Your tears, like ice
Tom Wachtel:
The straightest lines
Tom Wachtel:
You moved
Tom Wachtel:
Opened once
Tom Wachtel:
Eleven ways
Tom Wachtel:
You may glint
Tom Wachtel:
The times you've
Tom Wachtel:
If I fold
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Shine as
Tom Wachtel:
Otherwise unexpected
Tom Wachtel:
The softness of
Tom Wachtel:
I lit
Tom Wachtel:
Eat what
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I sense your
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Door to
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Pitted and
Tom Wachtel:
Open to
Tom Wachtel:
Lock in
