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Here I am still doing the same Thinking of you while staying away From the things that make me go To the door; make me whole Stop this tapping tap—tap tap I succumb to the black and white Foot falling in line The hum drums from key stroke to bone My head tilted towards the sky My eyes fall desperately to my heart Shoulders lift to waiting breath Crashing into sound beneath my hands Rising and falling on the tides of missing you Drowning you out was never possible This music At once it fills and leaves me empty You have my soul There is no going home
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May 8, 2015
May 8, 2015 at 2:56 AM UTC
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Here I am still doing the same Thinking of you while staying away From the things that make me go To the door; make me whole Stop this tapping tap—tap tap I succumb to the black and white Foot falling in line The hum drums from key stroke to bone My head tilted towards the sky My eyes fall desperately to my heart Shoulders lift to waiting breath Crashing into sound beneath my hands Rising and falling on the tides of missing you Drowning you out was never possible This music At once it fills and leaves me empty You have my soul There is no going home
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May 8, 2015
May 8, 2015 at 2:56 AM UTC
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