loss of communication
waves in my brain
can't do this again
where must my emotions go
if my sleeve is not a fitting place?
I'm stuck in this rut
hoping soon I'll get out
beyond all reason
I am reaching all my doubts
if only, if only
I knew your pretty face
so strange and foreign
as the scent of your lace
acquainted for so long
yet my perceptions so wrong
who are you again?
rise only to fall
hoping soon that you'll call
the only question left is when
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