Yours is the Face


I close my eyes
and yours is the face
that curves around my mind

I turn on the television
and yours is the face
I see in place of all others

I turn on the radio
and yours is the face
that stimulates the music I hear

I turn in space
and yours is the face
I hold on to in desperation

Yours is the Face.

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