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squint likes bright eyes
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So lets hold up our fists to the flame in the sky to block out the light that is reaching for our
eyes because it would blind us. It will blind us. Now I have locked my actions in the grooves of
routine. So I may never be free of this apathy. But I wait for a letter that is coming to me. She
sends me pictures of the ocean in an envelope. So there still is hope. Yes, I can be healed.
There is someone looking for what I concealed in my secret drawer, in my pockets deep, you will
find the reasons that I can’t sleep and you will still want me. but will you still want me? Well, I
say come for the week. You can sleep in my bed. And then pass through my life like a dream
through my head. It will be easy. I will make it easy. But all I have for the moment is a song to
pass the time. A melody to keep me from worrying. Oh, some simple progression to keep my
fingers busy. And some words that are sure to come back to me and they will be laughing. My
mediocrity. My mediocrity.
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