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Or Did I Mean Indelible

I am 10p away from sitting outside the station wrapped in a sleeping bag The only good thing about the company that uses me is the customers and friends i meet but some of them are Pricks up your ears Longing for the sound as foot hits ground and home ifs found i am inedible or did i mean indelible Wasting my time with time Put your finger to screen before you touch all i am dies just between Last though for the night why do amnesiacs on tv always remember how to speak Think your words can touch your reaching for the mist you missed nothing here exists

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Book: Shattered Sighs