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no one's home, you cut your hair. the sixteenth dawns, light eyed and fair. the town you crossed, to wait for signals, for architects of despair. a feat of math, a deadening noise, in the fishbowls with all the boys; the sun is weight, it eats (like cronus) what little progress it makes.
but we only grow older. we love to waste time.
destroyed your hands, your claw and tooth, the time's still yours to waste or lose. it's over now, descends into a still more glittering miasma. and you're a fool, and i'm a fool - what trouble there? it's mutual. no solid ground to make a final point to take heart and go on.
but we only grow older. we love to waste time.
a borrower, a plagiarist, you comely demons, hand over fist, you give a mile and take an inch of what she's got left to go on. and you still smile, flash waiting wrists, your dirty shirt thick with regrets. that day you learned, but now you've really learned what insular meant.
but we only grow older. we love to waste time.
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