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Wednesday, July 13, 2016

Already

Up and down, we turn around
The twisted dance we're in
Am I good or are you bad?
Who knows where we fit in?
More than time is growing old
And filled with weary sighs
I rest my heavy head and hope
That life is more than lies
Calling you in dead of night
Through time and space and pain
Open ears need open hearts
Sending messages in vain
I hope that you might hear my plea
And ask not "where's" or "why's"
Just come and lay down next to me
No need of formal ties