Tell myself oh
well
Hi, how are you
doing
Introduce us, then
begin
Hours falling away
I own a pile of rust
Philosophically speaking-
Philosophical dust
We rest our heads in
places
I had rest my head
before
He the likewise
Wise all the same
Yet with all my
watches
With all my clocks
ticking away
Our times cannot
collide
I wait for his words
Words I tell myself-
It's a crying shame
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