Scrubbed plans
Sound like dirty dishes
Shattering on my grandfather's floor
With the whole world awry
I turn on deaf ears
And enjoy the view
So, this is how I find you
Perched away from Madness
Seeing you strikes my fancy
Dates, accompanied with facts, crash
Onto the shore of
Imagined passion and white urgency
I suddenly realize
Walks without you only hurt my feet
Growing without you only makes me taller
Loving anything but you only leaves me empty
In my head
You're a dream
In my heart
You're a pulse
But in reality
You're still a silent murmur
In the midst of
Clamorous dinnerware
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