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You're the look of contemplation, A glance of what I yearn for, My Sunday morning.        Internal dissonance        Creeping in slowly        Then all at        Once I open up a window, I let your light in. But You see my shadow, And only say thanks. I place you in infinite containers, Unsure of whether I'm finding opposites Or Reflections I imagine something positive happened Between where you are And where I desire to be         I can't remember       And here       You're in hell Your words dissipate into my bad timing, a concept now tangible, You place a statue. Are you happy? Well, shouldn't I be?
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Jan 19, 2019
Jan 19, 2019 at 2:09 AM UTC
Boy named Sue
You're the look of contemplation, A glance of what I yearn for, My Sunday morning.        Internal dissonance        Creeping in slowly        Then all at        Once I open up a window, I let your light in. But You see my shadow, And only say thanks. I place you in infinite containers, Unsure of whether I'm finding opposites Or Reflections I imagine something positive happened Between where you are And where I desire to be         I can't remember       And here       You're in hell Your words dissipate into my bad timing, a concept now tangible, You place a statue. Are you happy? Well, shouldn't I be?
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MillipedeTea
Jan 19, 2019
Jan 19, 2019 at 2:09 AM UTC
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