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I’ve seen a bunch of blinds, Window blinds that flutter. It’s not supposed to happen so she says, And i am scared, but just a little My voice sounds different sometimes And yours does too It often lifts me from the couch. And sets me on the porch There is something that follows It sits there with its ashtray in hand And switches the lights from white to pink And i am scared, but just a little. I’m supposed to repeat things too. But to avoid confusion i stay quiet While a preface is needed for every new friend It’s easier to stick with you And yes, there is a lack of fluidity. And a hidden envelope of confidence But until the blinds lose their flutter I am still scared, but just a little.
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Mar 12, 2019
Mar 12, 2019 at 10:18 PM UTC
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I’ve seen a bunch of blinds, Window blinds that flutter. It’s not supposed to happen so she says, And i am scared, but just a little My voice sounds different sometimes And yours does too It often lifts me from the couch. And sets me on the porch There is something that follows It sits there with its ashtray in hand And switches the lights from white to pink And i am scared, but just a little. I’m supposed to repeat things too. But to avoid confusion i stay quiet While a preface is needed for every new friend It’s easier to stick with you And yes, there is a lack of fluidity. And a hidden envelope of confidence But until the blinds lose their flutter I am still scared, but just a little.
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Mar 12, 2019
Mar 12, 2019 at 10:18 PM UTC
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