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Glassy eyes still look glassy I see them through window tint Pain and all He took my hands again Behind doorstep, this time He told me I would be safe here In his arms These scale-fish shingles and Curtain shields And I believed him Yes I did As I play behind the picket fence... - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - *Loving the weeds for being free Thinking they look a little like me Steeping them in my morning tea Dreaming of Life, the greater things Then kissing him on his wounded cheek Grabbing his hands, down on my knees* - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And leading him One day Outside our Loving gate Over street-walks, and light corners And past the cage lures   Showing him a life Without sidewalks and doors      - - - - - - - - - - - - - -               - - - -  - - -  A - - - - - - spiral - - in the - - -   . - - -    picket - - - -      - - -  fence - - -  - - - -    - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He swore That if I lived his life Then he would let me show him mine.   And I believe him now I believe him this time
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Aug 10, 2015
Aug 10, 2015 at 8:14 PM UTC
Windowpain Eyes
Glassy eyes still look glassy I see them through window tint Pain and all He took my hands again Behind doorstep, this time He told me I would be safe here In his arms These scale-fish shingles and Curtain shields And I believed him Yes I did As I play behind the picket fence... - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - *Loving the weeds for being free Thinking they look a little like me Steeping them in my morning tea Dreaming of Life, the greater things Then kissing him on his wounded cheek Grabbing his hands, down on my knees* - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And leading him One day Outside our Loving gate Over street-walks, and light corners And past the cage lures   Showing him a life Without sidewalks and doors      - - - - - - - - - - - - - -               - - - -  - - -  A - - - - - - spiral - - in the - - -   . - - -    picket - - - -      - - -  fence - - -  - - - -    - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He swore That if I lived his life Then he would let me show him mine.   And I believe him now I believe him this time
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Aug 10, 2015
Aug 10, 2015 at 8:14 PM UTC
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