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We never say goodbye anymore We're too busy passing through locked doors An unclasping of hands No passing glance Social formalities forgotten The tattoo we can't remove remembered
Your stroll said it all those things not said aloud All the implications of a cruel, dismissive silence Choices made, lessons learned, feelings interpreted Bold lettering on name cards that we can't take off Our double-edged sword is too grimy for us to see our reflections in The way you stroll away suggests that's best
Won't you look bac


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Laughing stock of the "mechanically separated" walking around giving each other names They own this half of the plaza like the hand owns a glove Coming across in bridges made from the ashes of paper airplanes that came before The halfway-between of giggling taxidermy with white eyes Growing like smoke would if it wished it were fog It's not difficult to grasp Just wet your hands a little
No overnight parking for the "carpe nocturnum" breed Just a bag of crushed flowers, a couple handshakes, small talk and short shorts Waiting for the cold li
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