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Sep 2010
You say your living in a haze,
really whether or not you know,
you're obviously in a mailaise phase.
But that is just too much a gaze to take,
so you just keep on your protective false face.

Like the lakes in some forgotten place,
you are all dried up in the body and mind.
Nobody seems to touch you or glance at you,
and your sky, well lately it has far too much blue.
Really what is there to see, more importantly to find?

Sunset to you,
means nothing new.
Lately every sunrise,
holds not a single surprise.
They just mingle with dirt in your eyes.

If I were you,
well I would find a smile too true.
Or alteast avoid laying tile with permanent glue.
Written by
Adam Mathieu
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