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i dont want to be the wall
you're too afraid to tear down
too afraid to see over
to the other side

i dont want to be christmas for you
that year it didnt feel like christmas

how does a feeling die
and can it be buried?

i dont want to be a bundle of energy
impossible for you
to transfer with heat
or wind
or intimacy of hands
touching hands

i dont want to be a dam in your river

i just want you to flow free