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The only complication I see standing in this room is staring back at you. The only escape from reason is the one that I’m letting read me. Floating through the leaves the world concedes the way it can’t fathom the way to turn boys to men. This thought is full of nothing and the past is full of all the entropy that I see in your eyes.

I’m staring at your shadow from under the door - you’re knocking but you can’t come in…

Till you become
What we dreamed up
In those years that
Are now missing.

The breaks are squealing, escapes from reason; the road will lead you too. The only way to take a turn is take his turn then bite around the bush and get your fill. The other way that obvious is punch until the heads of all the friends around you hit the floor. Beg forgiveness of the stars above and hope they find you well. I take the tick that tocks the tempo to the time that tackles tepid ticklers down to the floor. My eyes are on the floor, your lips are on the floor cause everybody’s on the floor when we listened to the words they made.

I’m staring at your shadow from underneath the wooden door - you’re knocking but you can’t come in. I’m staring at your shadow from underneath the wooden door - you’re knocking but you can’t come in.

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from Years Missing - Song A Week Project, released March 1, 2016

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