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I am scared, of course

there may be no chemistry

only alchemy,

as golden hopes turn to lead.

 

In the meantime,

like a fool

I fall for the idea of you;

the Fenchurch-ex-machina in these words of yours,

And my heart already lodged between the cogs.

 

Its like we found us in the midst of the storm,

and we are both equally lost.

If i cling to you now,

will we sink like a stone?

Or grab each other’s bootstraps

and fly.

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