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Nov 2014
I can't see
Something's always wrong in the context of you and me
It's not a horrid song
It's the notes we play in the harmony

I can't breathe
Air is scarcely found in the context of you and me
It's not the piled up ground
It's the echoing
It's the worms that ate me

I can't be
Cannot carry on in the context of you and me
It's not the broken bond
It's what isn't said; it's the blood we bled
It's the conscious streams
It's the lucid dreams

You can try to buy some new shoes
Rake me over and cruise on over
To see what time will bring
matthew listener
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matthew listener  maryland
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   AJ, Erenn and Arcassin B
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