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Can't find the forest, |
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Too stuck on trees. |
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But now you're invested, |
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So I'm left pretending, |
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Its all I can see |
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I asked for a window |
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To open my cell |
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You came as kaleidoscopes |
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Climbing, colliding |
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You came as yourself |
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Whether I'm ready |
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Is not up to me |
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We go where we're ordered |
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To bunker or breach |
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To the close of creation |
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As shells and stories |
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A spiral staircase |
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Astoria, Queens |
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I claimed you while conscious |
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Got sleepy, forgetful |
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And lost you in dreams |
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You folded you leg |
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Right foot to left knee |
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You laughed at my back |
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Said you could not believe |
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How violent I could be |
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Just brushing my teeth |
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Drove from the service |
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The truth in my teeth |
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My woman beside me |
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A clutch of hydrangeas |
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A strange sort of peace |
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In loss, I'm made certain |
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Unveiled clarity |
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It's you I will marry |
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My lover, my family |
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You always will be |
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But every word |
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Seemed to small to speak |
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So we watched the sky reach |
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Ambivalent peaks |
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We made our projections |
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Present and free |