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I used to see the future in clearly defined terms The geometry, the surety comforted me (Rocking chairs on the porch TV in the den, us on the couch) But now it all seems wrong. Water spilled on a crisp ink drawing (An empty swing on the porch TV by the bed, me on the couch) I have to take off my glasses Because your edges are too harsh (Maybe I won't have a porch Or a TV, I'll be on my parent's couch)
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Mar 8, 2014
Mar 8, 2014 at 3:55 AM UTC
Blurred Geometry
I used to see the future in clearly defined terms The geometry, the surety comforted me (Rocking chairs on the porch TV in the den, us on the couch) But now it all seems wrong. Water spilled on a crisp ink drawing (An empty swing on the porch TV by the bed, me on the couch) I have to take off my glasses Because your edges are too harsh (Maybe I won't have a porch Or a TV, I'll be on my parent's couch)
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Mar 8, 2014
Mar 8, 2014 at 3:55 AM UTC
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