Julius Eddy

There is something scary living inside me,
Of me, he asks of someone I cannot be.
A replica of his soul,
He wants to cast me in his mold.
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She sleeps alone on that queen-sized bed,
No one knows who sleeps beside.
Did it once belonged to a mate,
Or did she just likes how it’s wide?
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I entered the kitchen and I saw the dog under the kitchen sink.
It looked at me obediently with eyes that seemed to hint
“Don’t leave me here to stink in this room alone.”
How I wished it could be out to enjoy a little roam,
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Is your train as full as mine?
Are you watching these people who’ve sold their time?
Is your train as full as mine?
This is how it is like, every morning at nine?
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Day after day,
I spent my days,
Looking for ways to better my play.
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Why Sir, it seems you are most terribly mistaken,
As to how smiles are to be taken.
Why look at this smile,
Look at this grin!
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The repetitive whirling sound of the fan,
…A beautiful beach with clear waters and sand…
The mushy, stale air locked in the room,
…Or a bustling, lively street filled with people in the noon…
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Drumming heartbeats and sweaty palms,
Try as he may to look as calm,
His amber cheeks and his running gaze
Are only two of his giveaways.
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When I return,
Would I still remember the scents of the flowers in my garden?
How they danced in the winds and mingled with the bees…
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