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Jul 2016
Concentration on a visual smorgasbord
Is quite hard with unknown colors
All holding hands, just passing on through

Behind the window, I’m finished with you
Though your style still rests in my mind
Manifesting itself through my actions
Here and there, every once in a while
There aren’t enough crumpets and tea
That could fill my dissatisfaction with me
Seeing you, just passing on through
Behind the window, with a smile and a wave
Watch as I now begin to decompose
Tenfold
Written by
Dustin Dean  27/M/Winston-Salem, NC
(27/M/Winston-Salem, NC)   
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