What Happens When You Punch a Window
Not me. Not I. You've gone crazy
I suppose we've both gotten lazy
aimlessly touching one another
pretending to feel flame
yet I still feel the same
I long for some lost mother
the one without a name
she tells good stories
plays the greatest games
taught me things you cannot
fulfilled emptiness I thought
would be the end of me
I'll set sail out to sea
with you always in mind
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