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I move silently, and quickly
Water running
How could anybody rest?
We looked at one another for a minute
Am I a good person or a bad person or just a person?
Funny how fate keeps throwing us together
That doesn’t make any sense, though
They trudged through the rubble of a ruined city
That tells us nothing
I smiled at the swiftly approaching lights and laughed soundlessly
Handsome head oversized in relation to the slack, slight body
We looked and there it all was
You can look at things for too long
This frequently happens to me
What do you want to do tonight?
Knowledge is power
Mankind is a transparent mystery
There aren’t many of us left these days
In the end, he kept silent
The mistake would be his, always his
Who was she? Who was that woman?
I wanted to dance, wanted joy and release
Then there were his bad days
You just sit here all day?
Alone in a cozy little place, calm and untroubled
Every object had a story connected to it
The momentary sense of having travelled back in time
There was still sweetness in his eyes
He pushed his face an inch away from mine, “Do you so love me?”
What the hell’s your problem anyway?
I can’t explain what we’re seeing here
Everyone is doing gossip
Ears must be kept clean at all times
He seemed distracted, disoriented, even, but not mad
She viewed them with amusement
I had no particular views on the subject
Attempting to break out of the back yard
I know I’m an outsider, but I’m not an enemy
They were in eternal if silent conversation
It had been a peculiar week
I’m happy to be here with you
And then his gray eyes would drop to her face once more
I won’t let my daughter out these nights
Are you trying to say it’s a pychological problem?
They’re like an old married couple, enit?
Buffalo dung never lands twice on the same mushroom
You’re not surprised to see me, are you?
He did not care about anything that had happened in that place
There was so much I didn’t understand
What exactly do you think you’re doing?

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