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Feb 2015
I’ll take it in an empty space
I cannot be shared otherwise
I’ll take it in an empty glass
So I can drink my disguise

I think it’s over there
Always so close, I will be
Watch me think about it
The love I cannot see

The one I saw once before
Knew who they already were
But that was because today
Was the only thing that was sure

There was irony in what you said
Actions speak louder than words
I changed when you told me to stop talking
My intent was devoured by what you heard
Mark Lecuona
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