Drawing meaning from the unexpected,
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A sign that cannot be denied.
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A portrait of our everlasting expressions,
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And the distance between us, side by side.
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Nearing the end of this long discussion,
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Still struggling for what more to say,
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A man of words trying to argue his point,
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With someone, who can afford to walk away.
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This conflict of interest,
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Of whether to act and indulge,
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Or risk waiting for the greater gain,
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That may never come.
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I'm always pushing my luck,
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for nothing is ever good enough.
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While you strive to protect,
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what you already have for nothing will ever be as good as it was.
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(clean)
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A look held too long, or maybe not long enough,
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in the perfect setting which complicates us.
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While we await the inevitable end,
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We enjoy the inevitable events.
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For everyday that passes we lessen the risk.
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For everyday that passes makes much more sense.
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While we await the inevitable end,
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We enjoy the inevitable events.
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And now...a new tension,
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This one of silence...
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A late morning gaze out of the window,
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from inside a cold apartment.
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We look out, we look away,
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Anywhere but at each other.
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Awaiting the Inevitable
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| Woods Of Ypres |
