Glinting, steely through the midnight fog
The lights never really go out.
I may as well be the only one in the world.
Sight through idiot boxes,
Glaring through the dim.
Voices without faces
Squalling through the gloom.
I see, unseen.
I feel no sense of power;
Just a reverberating isolation.














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the kind of love you can carve into a tree / always carved a hole in me
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Call me cute again, I dare you.
It's sexy.
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Guess my life is a compromise.
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People are strange when you're a stranger
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