Each time
could very well be
the last time
This one could too
I would, I mean
I want you to know
the distance between the truth
and the news
we all go somewhere when our eyes are closed
wandering, wondering
hoping to know
the very thing that was right in front of your eyes
from inside the window
looking
outside
it may be
it is
the only thing left
the only thing different
between you and me
is a circle, a fountain and that old oak tree
scarred by the letters
attached to a past
that emphasized the similarity best
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