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Looking like the living dead
In this endless hour I dread
Alone together is old news
An open secret if I choose
Sounds of silence in this organized mess
Leave me clearly confused I must confess
Same difference I will act naturally
Just please be brutally honest with me
It's all backwards compatibility
I'm growing smaller in this small crowd
Deeply superficial I think out loud
Can't take your friendly fire so stand down
The controlled chaos is making me frown
Run slowly and happily fail
It's the sweet sorrow on which I dwell
Complicated Simplicity of the adult child
Passive aggressive and a little wild
A tragic comedy but awfully good
The cruel kindness I knew you would
An honest thief but ignorance is bliss
A minor crisis coming to this
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Submitted by lightandloveforall_1 on May 06, 2021

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  • fjcapri31
    Shari needs to know, Never did this stop, That mature growth, Part of each other coupe, Dreadful strength of starve, Aren’t we here for each other’s hope, I listen, in your fourth, Dimension of this gentle rope, Keeping us together worth, Treasures people lack to lope, When the wind arrives from the north, 
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