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I am sorry if My weary eyes threaten Your idea of security and Peace of mind Those things are exactly Exactly what they lack They drift around book stores and Train stations and Grassy meadows and Sooty avenues Looking for what Is unturbulent and Understanding Because these days my Eyes need hands To wipe them and To close them and To give them rest
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Sep 18, 2013
Sep 18, 2013 at 5:15 AM UTC
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I am sorry if My weary eyes threaten Your idea of security and Peace of mind Those things are exactly Exactly what they lack They drift around book stores and Train stations and Grassy meadows and Sooty avenues Looking for what Is unturbulent and Understanding Because these days my Eyes need hands To wipe them and To close them and To give them rest
They are so, so tired.
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Sep 18, 2013
Sep 18, 2013 at 5:15 AM UTC
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