write about it. Rewind backwards -
pen on the table, eyes fixed as if to
lift, as if to pick it up and write
finger twitch towards instead
just back away, leave it alone
don't say the way you feel don't
reveal just hide inside the chest
of gold you thought you'd finally
found, just hide there pretending
that every thing is OK
every thing alright
Yeah
Sure
- it's all good.
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