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You turn around, You call my name But I no longer believe the same; There's paper stacked upon your window pane. The clocks are worn, My boots are torn, They've come some way since they were born And things that shine often do not conform. A whisper here Is a thunder there, A glass of wine to lay it bare; Don't tell me silence dwells behind that stare. You don't run fast Because you must; It's fine to break out from your crust And build a smile that's free from all your lust. We're far apart But all the same; Forget the shapes and forms and blame And you will see we walk down the same lane. I walk through eyes So close and distant Depending on how long the instant; Some grow warm while others grow resistant.
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Nov 22, 2018
Nov 22, 2018 at 3:46 AM UTC
The Distance Between Stares
You turn around, You call my name But I no longer believe the same; There's paper stacked upon your window pane. The clocks are worn, My boots are torn, They've come some way since they were born And things that shine often do not conform. A whisper here Is a thunder there, A glass of wine to lay it bare; Don't tell me silence dwells behind that stare. You don't run fast Because you must; It's fine to break out from your crust And build a smile that's free from all your lust. We're far apart But all the same; Forget the shapes and forms and blame And you will see we walk down the same lane. I walk through eyes So close and distant Depending on how long the instant; Some grow warm while others grow resistant.
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Nagual
Nov 22, 2018
Nov 22, 2018 at 3:46 AM UTC
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