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With your back turned
You tell me that you love me
And your hand fails to reach the same 
I can read the language of your shoulders
The droop of your head with dark curls
But the truth of your eyes remains unseen
We stand closely separate and alone
Our hands tremble in the shadows
Unsure and uncertain of desire 
The well inside me begins to parch
Leaving old and confused signs
Unanswered questions crowd and will soon fester
Too scared to climb the wall
Afraid of what destructive force lies in wait
I say I am in love
And I turn my shoulder towards new shade