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Dec 2015
Stuck between staring at my own reflection or looking in to your eyes
Behins mine youll see a doubtful man, a lover and sensual soul with flaws and cracks that are kept together by only rusted nails and thim lines.

I hope to find clarity in you, an incentive to be better, may be behind your eyes lays God
But what if your eyes never focus on me?
What if I find the same things that kept me in this bed alone?
A reality I rather feel sooner than later
Dreams Im not sure I want to bloom true
And now I'm back to being stuck between my reflection and you
Michael Chandler
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Michael Chandler  Chicago
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