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Foot steps along a long path of years
and into a house that I shouldn't have been welcomed into.
I wanted to be everywhere but in one place. Smoke and haze in my way and I can't seem to ever find him. She's caught up in something that will perish in 2 years, when I've been here for 4. I swallowed what I thought would keep my mind off it, but made it more thought provoking. With your precision you challenged my mind, dear.
The view is wrong from up here; the clouds aren't invisions of what you want and they're strangling my right lung while the great blue sky blinds my heart. I'm the guard rails on the side of the road. I'm the freckle on your cheek.
I'm the color black in a white cubical.