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One never knows quite whom or what to trust
The creation of a new moment
It had been a peculiar week
Let me just slow this down a little bit here
I could have gone through the door
I was quiet a moment
Nowhere is safe these days
Let’s go someplace else
The rocks move all the time
A man who won’t listen can’t hear
I command whisperers, not warriors
Makes you wonder what lies beyond
He had run out of words
Here was the house
You really hurt my feelings!
Inside, some people were talking
What a ridiculous statement
Now this was starting to seem like the old days
Mumbling quietly to himself, he slowly raised his hand
This was where they sighted the bear
He had to move soon or he’d be forced to turn back
I shouldn’t be suprised to find you here
When I first saw it, I thought it was horrible
The more it changes, the more it is the same
The rest is personal, private, of no possible int’rest
I stopped and tried to get my breath
Or maybe I was seeing a little too clearly
It’s yours to take, re-arrange and re-use
When the time comes to leave, just walk away quietly and don’t make any fuss
A wall has always been the best place to publish your work
When you have that feeling, everything’s full of life, every leaf, every pebble
Weeds flaming up from cracks in the concrete
I used to think that love would sort me out
She resembles one of those dolls that never blink
They stared at each other in silence for an eternity
It was a different reality
Nothing was in that shed, he knew, having been there early that morning
She had been dreaming it for years
Personally, I didn’t like the apartment much
Life had moved on and left you behind floundering in its wake
Come here. I want to show you something
You think dark is just one color, but it ain’t
And if we didn’t answer the questions, they’d take us to jail
But we’ll have a good time anyway, right, Beautiful?
I have begun thinking like an Alchemist
He paid close attention to his appearance
She never takes any notice of me, anyway
Well, in any case it is certainly an improvement on your appearance the last time I saw you
She was a puzzle to him
There was something unusual about him, or something behind him

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