Once chalked up eyes now turn to color rewind backward glances with no sight reaching sea starts clasping throats spraying into thoughts fear doesn't know have to move along somehow it's shaking me awake to finally start realizing this lack of action abates a fate to find inside blinks of where to go the grain we follow is streaking by too slow for these glass words that fall from your lips
If i could explain i'd do it saying nothing nothing at all
All these glass words fixed me to fall
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