Treasure Chests

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There are those that will believe
creating arguments when they feel
we are not making sense,
Is time well spent, when all I want to do
Is count the hairs on your chest,
Maybe lay there awhile and watch
your rise and fall,
slower now than what is was a 
little while before. 

I want to see what you see,
walk beside you,
hear the sounds that your hear,
i want to discover you washed up,
take you in as you take me in,
rescue me, do unto, save me and you through the winters cold bite till the last
splutterings of summers warmth, counting
away each hair till mine as you rise and fall