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I Waiting for my clock to break an arm I wonder why there are two moons In the sky on the mirror above the ground I stroll upon in the dark dark night But who would listen to my footsteps That contradict their own resonation For I always walk In sanity II How do we talk And how do we walk? Like innocence drowned in chalk Or just abhorrence painted black? Why does the mirror shatter? It is because of beauty, or a heart blackdusted, like this— like   this like   this like   this like   this like   this like          this like          this like          this like          this like  this         dislike III Following your eyes and their dauntless form I beat the tears out of the moon In the bog where we used to mourn For deceased children whose hearts shone bright But who would weep along to us Whose sirens live alone in contradiction For we always talk In sanity
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Apr 7, 2015
Apr 7, 2015 at 8:29 AM UTC
Longing in Sanity
I Waiting for my clock to break an arm I wonder why there are two moons In the sky on the mirror above the ground I stroll upon in the dark dark night But who would listen to my footsteps That contradict their own resonation For I always walk In sanity II How do we talk And how do we walk? Like innocence drowned in chalk Or just abhorrence painted black? Why does the mirror shatter? It is because of beauty, or a heart blackdusted, like this— like   this like   this like   this like   this like   this like          this like          this like          this like          this like  this         dislike III Following your eyes and their dauntless form I beat the tears out of the moon In the bog where we used to mourn For deceased children whose hearts shone bright But who would weep along to us Whose sirens live alone in contradiction For we always talk In sanity
noand-hegask
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Apr 7, 2015
Apr 7, 2015 at 8:29 AM UTC
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