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[arial_boundary]

infequent communications
leave you hanging on every
word you crave satiation
for your soul and then you don every
interpretation with insecurities
understanding meanings
from obscurity
dredged from the depths of secret wanting
to hear the last thing thing you want to
till everything is black and blue
and the only one who can start the heal
is you
just try to feel
that they aren't trying to bruise
though you want to refuse
their outstretched retreat
till full distance made complete
we're all shell dwellers
when the ocean's a rockin
and we won't come a knockin
on their backs cause our cellars
are just too damn comfortable
and humility's unacceptable
cause our pride
is the tide
and we'll never survive
the isolation ride