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Clinton Kane

this is what being stood up feels like

 

this is what being stood up feels like


Freckled vintage lights in a sinner's body
I don't mind if ure in it for a long time alone
We've got a long way to go
Show up at your front as the dust
Begins to wrap this up
But decided not to be enough
No overcoming hated trust

Disregarding all the antics I read it below your skin
Now the hours passing by and its started to rain on me
Why am I, obliged to waiting for someone in misery
Now the hours passing by and its started to rain on me

When you see me holding to something
I can't resist
Hurts to constantly please a savior
That I reckon I would need but
All that I see are papers
Crumpled enough to meet
Excuses
The death of me
And my possibility
To hold walking over me

Yellow shifty eyes as it turns to green
They all go by while we dreaded
On the middle line
Short enough to re decide
And surely as the steps that I took for
Winning in my head
It started to weigh on me
Discovered a mystery

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