AT YOUR INSISTENCE
All of the years
I pressed my nose
Against the glass
Of your existence.
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I was certain
What held us back
From a union
Was your resistance.
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Until one day
I came to know
I pressed my nose
At your insistence.
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What brought me back
Time and again
To press my nose
Was your persistence.
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That my pressing
Against your glass
In such a way
Was your subsistence.
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And then I knew
What held us back
From a union
Was my resistance.
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For us to be
Then not to be
Might be the end
Of my existence.
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