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too eager you say i feel something not knowing what your lines might read i've made my exit but the rest is unwritten so they tell me if i have another cue i don't know about it and the critics can't understand that i write not for them as the walls close in and time slows down i miss your frame hovering elegantly over mine perhaps you're my greatest critic and so these words are not for you infected though my mind is the sisters have no pity reality will not bend for me so i run from her as i run from him without the eagerness i need we cant all win the race and i never was very fast
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Mar 21, 2013
Mar 21, 2013 at 6:38 PM UTC
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too eager you say i feel something not knowing what your lines might read i've made my exit but the rest is unwritten so they tell me if i have another cue i don't know about it and the critics can't understand that i write not for them as the walls close in and time slows down i miss your frame hovering elegantly over mine perhaps you're my greatest critic and so these words are not for you infected though my mind is the sisters have no pity reality will not bend for me so i run from her as i run from him without the eagerness i need we cant all win the race and i never was very fast
blaine-genson
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Mar 21, 2013
Mar 21, 2013 at 6:38 PM UTC
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