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Tie your tether on (the knot keeps slipping out) |
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Eyes wide, breathe deep, blood flow, push through |
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Expand to keep, contract & rue |
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Pools round your feet, eyes with circles |
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You were a sweet pursuit held fast with city roots |
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Neglected by the chute, our gaze is rendered mute |
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Feel a tender warmth & numbness |
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Blissfully detached from all this |
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Noise & dust from absent makers |
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Made beds to sleep with forsakers |
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These words are not mine, I just put them in a line |
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& hang them down like vines, all letters dry with time |
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Use them for little white lies, clearer in sheltered sighs |
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With clumsy hopeful tries, they help make you your size |
