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I walked 70 steps, and 70 back
To kiss the air, inbetween the place
that you stood waiting, and the place where
You should have been instead.
Wearing green and red braids
Tied up in your hair, match
The scars inside my eyes, but no one see's
The weather indoors, until the day
The storm breaks once for all.
When I was a child, I would see it raining
In my bedroom, like static fear
I knew where the devil lived, the space
The colour of his eyes
All red like hate, like a wolf bite of a growl
Stuck in the back of all the hate
Rumbling forwards, teeth that bite
I dont know if I could run fast enough
But since I got bigger, things
Become more specific
I know the space between your hairline
And your eyes, like the back of my hand
And I can measure myself there
For whats it worth, and I cant dance
No more.
Maybe I never could
There are things I see, things I saw
Things I never see anymore
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"Do not tell lies, and do not do what you hate,
for all things are plain in the sight of Heaven. For nothing
hidden will not become manifest, and nothing covered will remain
without being uncovered."
The Gospel of Thomas
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