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| Smooth out the tablecloth, here and there... Go to the kitchen, and then I will be... where? In a Minute or a Second, the time it takes to feel, Hopelessness or hope, and hope that this is real. Not knowing back to front, Going or Coming, Revolving around the point Going nowhere and still running So I smooth out the tablecloth, here and there.... Put the kettle to boiling, Waiting till I hear the footsteps out the window, tap tap tapping on the glass... Twisted Mother nature, laying dead upon the grass. |
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