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Jan 2013
You’ve never been on quite the right side
Breathing too deeply, turning too wide
Eying you there as you recline in your space
Never looking me full in the face

Your place there is held by a tightly clenched fist
Your casual smile loosing a hiss
This bitter hate looks at home in your soul
How long has it been since you have felt whole?

Wishing is something you can no more afford
Betraying your pain you pretend that you’re bored
I sit over here and I watch how you try
You say you don’t care, but there’s fear in your eye.

I wonder if you’ve ever had a soft touch
I wonder if anyone’s cared all that much
Would you welcome one now through your hard, bitter shell?
Could you let yourself climb from your self-imposed hell?

I don’t know where you went after I walked away
But I’ve often thought of you there on that day
I saw my own heart as you stung with your eyes
And I know, just like me, your heart told only lies

Curious Spaces
Crumbling Places
Everyone Paces
Behind the closed door
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   Shea Eugene
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