a foot behind the other about to leave loneliness drums for the view yet to be believed about a hug in foot a broken bridge kills for the other arms to take the hint as a drill woke her up although in her mind still since the double life she pursues is not even half filled he stood facing the ear that won't listen that one the dream wonβt truthfully forbid and took a leap to the window pane that old one the one disguising the upcoming refrain this time herself to be on a quest along her demeanor some blinding rage won't save her without a screen intervener like tapes of the past are piecing like some pride displayed upon eyes reigning now her mind is self doubting unreasoning then shouting