I saw them, I sw**r
Sometimes they were in line,
Sometimes scattered everywhere
I saw them around me
They were on the ground
Leave them alone and
They'll never make a sound
Touch them the wrong way
And if they’re close, they’ll crumble
In their downfall
In the end, they'll always lose their humble
I can’t see the difference
Is it just me or they are all the same
They’re just clones of each other
I can feel their pain
I couldn’t tell them apart
Without my fingertips
They’re all duplicates
A species of a looped never-ending clips
What if
I am just as bare,
Another domino
I can’t recognise my own reflection
So I guess I’ll never know.
Feb 1, 2019
Feb 1, 2019 at 6:39 AM UTC
I saw them, I sw**r
Sometimes they were in line,
Sometimes scattered everywhere
I saw them around me
They were on the ground
Leave them alone and
They'll never make a sound
Touch them the wrong way
And if they’re close, they’ll crumble
In their downfall
In the end, they'll always lose their humble
I can’t see the difference
Is it just me or they are all the same
They’re just clones of each other
I can feel their pain
I couldn’t tell them apart
Without my fingertips
They’re all duplicates
A species of a looped never-ending clips
What if
I am just as bare,
Another domino
I can’t recognise my own reflection
So I guess I’ll never know.
These aren't the colours I should see! Black and white and black and white
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