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Looking Glass

I mean
What did you
Expect from me
Huh
Let's both pretend
The answer 
Isn't 
Nothing 
A house in
The country
Two point four 
And a four by four
A nice life
And no
Questions
A patch in
The garden
To grow things
A place in the 
Sun
To wilt
I mean
Come on now
You're no better off
Than me
Your place is
No greater
Than mine 
Is this how
You saw yourself
Through
The sleepy hands
Of time 
We're all set
To sleep in the dust
So what was it
You were really
Looking for 
Who am I asking
A ghost through
A haze
Be straight now
Before these times
Burn
Where were you
Going
Where am I
Are we both
Lost 
Were we always
Shit
Children in a 
Promised land
Going nowhere
I hold on to you
And I don't know 
Who you are 
Or who you ever were
And me
I've always 
Stood alone
Or maybe 
I never did
And you were
Always 
Beside me
And I just
Haven't found you
Yet

 

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