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THERE'S ONLY SO MUCH
(T. Beechey)

There's only so much that a touch can announce
But the countenance lingers till each finger's unwound
And it's wholesome and earnest till the blessing is shown
And clones with the aura of tomorrow's unknown

There's only so much that a touch can proclaim
But the taming still lingers till the fingers Inflame
And it's soulful and heartfelt till the melting recedes
And bleeds with the aura of tomorrow's misdeeds

I no longer acknowledge my own reflection
The connection is severed irreparably
I see the image, but deny its being
And it's agreeing and will not honor me

There's only so much that a touch can engrave
But the favor will linger till each finger's last wave
And it's good and sincere till the theory is proved
And moves with the aura of tomorrow's groove

There's only so much that a touch can include
But the mood will linger till the fingers' interlude
And it's honest and pure till the doors start to close
And flows with the aura of tomorrow's woes

I no longer acknowledge my own reflection
I've elected to set myself apart
From what started out as a blessing
But soon regressed beyond the chart

There's only so much that a touch can reveal
But the healing lingers till the fingers unseal
And it's real and for certain till the curtain descends
And blends with the aura of tomorrow's amends