Conor Stephenson

Lonely eyes turn out west
Lonely fingers creep over shoulders and onto laps
Lonely hearts intertwine with all the sad songs
Lonely knees turn to dust at the sight of someone special
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I need a desperate change of scenery
Because this green and grey
Seems to disagree with me
It's never been so easy
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Under dirt
we breathe in
Everything exists in one instant
in one way or another;
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I am eyes
wearing a meatsuit
Porous existence
reflects us all
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