Meet me for this one last coffee
So we can kiss our last goodbyes
Sit close and be as awkward as me
(one more look into your eyes)
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Did you spot the girl
Who sat all alone,
On a bench in a playground
Outcast and unknown? ......
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Floccinaucinihilipilification
floc-ci-nau-ci-ni-hi-li-pi-li-fi-ca-tion. (breathe)
On last count it has 12 syllables, I do believe
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You wouldn't write a song and not ask a voice to share.
A balloon's a useless thing if you don't fill it with air.
We wouldn't make a hammer for a nail not to be hit
And who would craft a chair, then allow no one to sit
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Stalking in the shadow of syllables
Drooling at the curves of translucent lines
Slipping your warped finger under the hem of stanza
You transverberate through every victims creation
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Can I cry and get over you now?
Dear heart,
Stop your bleeding
Stem the flow
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On your pillow
Indent made
Shower running
There I laid
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J uncture of the year
A t which we like to make
N umerous null promises
U ndoubtedly they'll take
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The wishes that are washed in tears
Are for a pitied child
Who knows no love and warmth of heart
I wish this reconciled
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