hands clasped feet resting in the sink engulfed by silence,
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i hadnt seen you for so long, you said,
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"stop being so dramatic",
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state of drunkeness lines in a play we have rehearsed,
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this understanding conversation without words,
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this cracking broken feeling was inevitable,
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hate to be speechless at a moment like this,
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you are compassion,
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i am overdramatic, unintentional,
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i try to communicate telepathically,
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i wonder if you ever hear my voice,
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i know things never work out right,
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i remember sitting on the back porch drinking wine,
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backs to moist grass in the park stars buried in the city sky,
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make words bigger than my life,
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empty promises like skeletons, reflections of myself,
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it never burns away, truth comes spillin out,
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what this is all about,
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i convinced myself i didnt know what to say
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Natural Disaster
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| The Broadways |
