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I
Said a silly thing
Went away
Turned
Truculent and taciturn
Muddled up the day

Cold
In the heat of it
Shivering
Gold
Light falls in the aftermath
Shadowy and thin

These weird times are haunting me
These weird times are haunting me

I wish I could hang up my persona and let it reset overnight
I guess sleep is the closest I've got
Must be why I do it a lot

Every day is a gentle parade and then small fundamentals you took to be fine fall apart
A stone out of place in my heart
Another black stone in my heart

I think I'll take a walk in the garden that's frozen in time every night
Silent crystals have sprouted and stopped
They once knew how to grow but forgot

Every day is so nearly the same and the strange subtle change should feel cool and okay but it's not
But it's not

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