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Your eyes they felt, like a b i g l a k e I had been failed, but now I a m p i n k It reaches down and it counts o u t the grain exhales, through your little hands in the loose sand We were one, when my m i n d rests They can’t touch what I’ve never had Your focus it felt, like a t r a n q u i l A state I’ve never been Our shoes were all, in the c l o s e t you use the space to dance for them, I n y o u r t r a n q u i l Not unaccustomed, but I’d never been and I l i k e i t
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Jul 25, 2020
Jul 25, 2020 at 1:46 PM UTC
Dreaming for Ogygia
Your eyes they felt, like a b i g l a k e I had been failed, but now I a m p i n k It reaches down and it counts o u t the grain exhales, through your little hands in the loose sand We were one, when my m i n d rests They can’t touch what I’ve never had Your focus it felt, like a t r a n q u i l A state I’ve never been Our shoes were all, in the c l o s e t you use the space to dance for them, I n y o u r t r a n q u i l Not unaccustomed, but I’d never been and I l i k e i t
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Jul 25, 2020
Jul 25, 2020 at 1:46 PM UTC
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