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Negative Reaction To A Postive Thing

A ript telephone book dangling from a pay phone
Your number underlined and is carved into the glass
And in these moments, as I am walking home
I see the things I know I can't grasp
I see all these things through my the holes in my mask

The dusty liner around your photograph
hanging above my door
It's become my mask
My reward, The only thing I adore

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