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The sun speaks in blue and yellow, stripes and fadesAnd still I'm failing to hear you or see you
Feeling doesn't come naturally and it's draining out of me like colour from a wet page
Draining out of me like an old bucket and I have no hands to hold it all in
The sun speaks in bright and harsh words but still it's all muffled, like I'm on a train driving away. I heard you from the corner of my ear. And I'm holding my chest from the momentary fear.
But it's passing and passing.
posted by Unknown @ 1:50 PM
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