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Sep 2015
On some better day
when words cannot fail
when truth tends to fade
and no one seems the same

All that i remember
is the color of your couch
kind of like the universe
in some ******* way

We're sticking
with hesitation
nothing and no one
can help us now

We're ***** and swollen
but i promise
we will give back
all that you own

It's strangely deceiving
the way that you look at me
straight in the eye
I can't help but notice
how clearly you shift to one side

Do you feel elevated?
Somehow, maybe
Matthew Walsh
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Matthew Walsh  United States
(United States)   
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