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Dec 2011
I saw you through the window wearing my shoes. Face looking cynical and wanting to scream, keeping closed. You let nothing out but sorry smoke, how do you expect to be heard? You sit atop your box forever on guard, never leaving what holds which you think does not exist. So go, take your time. I will be watching behind the glass. Wrestle yourself and everyone you know while you pretend you cannot hear the sound.
sounded good when I was writing it :)
Natalie Bean
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   Kate and Lauren Constance
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