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You arrived in your sisters car The authorities expostulated with the shade of back The windows were displaying I took you to the steepest hill We saw La Sierra from the outskirts The conversation was vacuous Our days were good The view was nice The summer night air crept through the windows And absorbed into our skin as our bodies collided The last day I had seen and heard from you Until the impending days of my departure I wished and I wished for you not to be a mistake Now I see a  man I hear a different voice But who’s to say that boy I once knew isn’t still in there In there with the intention of making a fool out of me In the end It takes a fool to know a fool
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Nov 7, 2014
Nov 7, 2014 at 1:04 AM UTC
Foolish Tendencies
You arrived in your sisters car The authorities expostulated with the shade of back The windows were displaying I took you to the steepest hill We saw La Sierra from the outskirts The conversation was vacuous Our days were good The view was nice The summer night air crept through the windows And absorbed into our skin as our bodies collided The last day I had seen and heard from you Until the impending days of my departure I wished and I wished for you not to be a mistake Now I see a  man I hear a different voice But who’s to say that boy I once knew isn’t still in there In there with the intention of making a fool out of me In the end It takes a fool to know a fool
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Nov 7, 2014
Nov 7, 2014 at 1:04 AM UTC
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