What’s stuck sticks starkly inside time

Your words, they tangle inside mine

Why listen when we do not hear

Why talk when we are most unclear

Why try to rhyme, define what’s queer

Painstakingly weave atmosphere

Into comfort, erase fear

A tired manner, old and sheer

Keeping pace, each other’s peers

Wandering through future years

Don’t trip, don’...

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