Pushed too far,
She falls toward the rock hard surface at the heart
and looks to an image of what never will be.
The Man of Fells Point won't speak.
His tongue tied in a meeting of shattered minds,
and two souls stand bewildered: one in pain, the other numb.
A dancing shadow moves across his face
as intentions are laid bare on the backs of
pestilent promises.
A turbulent walk out of empty and screaming halls of nowhere
The echoes betray the footsteps and the feelings of honor
A constant battle between Andreas Bartels and Semir Zeki and William Harvey.
In the end, one face alone rises and then sinks back into the dark...
Waiting, watching, loving...
but it is not mine.
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