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proximoception) wrote2011-11-04 12:31 am
proximoception) wrote2011-11-04 12:31 am
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They lean out from your eyes and peer around
And take in all that you do, every sight,
And others in your earways catch each sound
And all meet in the den to talk all night.
And some are dated nineteen eighty six,
And some sound just like people that you've known.
Some shrill emphatic moods are in the mix.
You almost never find yourself alone.
They laugh and eat and argue and ignore
And rarely more than half agree, except
When someone wonders what's behind a door.
The stampede stops the second that you've stepped
To see, then all are lolling like before.
We keep collecting selves till we're what's kept.
And take in all that you do, every sight,
And others in your earways catch each sound
And all meet in the den to talk all night.
And some are dated nineteen eighty six,
And some sound just like people that you've known.
Some shrill emphatic moods are in the mix.
You almost never find yourself alone.
They laugh and eat and argue and ignore
And rarely more than half agree, except
When someone wonders what's behind a door.
The stampede stops the second that you've stepped
To see, then all are lolling like before.
We keep collecting selves till we're what's kept.
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