what you see
All of these faces say to me
Go your way, you must be lonely
Search your heart for what you need
I’m sure you’ll find what you cannot see
Days no longer marked by nothing
If only you were dragged along
Alas, time and space hold no dirt
No cut elbows or tender bruising’s
Outline the fragile edges of desire
Those fine lines of indeterminacy
Those voices gravelly with time’s
Silk exposed hollowed uniqueness
The halting simplicity of it all
Makes a marvel of the blindness.
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