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I run my hands down over my head
Outlining the shape of my skull
And wonder
This year runs, the next one sprints
Summer birthdays start to lose meaning
The high noon sun is present now
I'm dancing in the dust,
Your ever-present lust is gone
Still thinking the things my lips can't say. You may not be flawless but it seems that way. The little things count the most, and I'll never let go of my hope.
When you step past the depth of life
You step into a world of confusion
Almost like a parallel universe
Or just a simplistic illusion.
You fall into a mirror world
But never see your face.
