I have an image of you.
Pieced together times,
a post-modern jigsaw:
I'd like to think I know you.
Don't talk to be serious
but talk just for fun,
Speak of your dreams
and things that you've done.
We'll spend all our nights
away from our beds,
Speak at great lengths
and forget what was said.
To laugh and remind us
what's got to our heads.
There's more in your eye
than reflections of what you see
the image I hold of you
is too much a reflection of me.
Tell me who you are
and what you want to be.
I want to get to know you
I want your company
I want to get to know you
but, well,
you know me....
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