The cold winter breeze whispers
while taxis honk in the middle of the street
and children walk along their parents
the sky grows grayer
the gloomy weather wraps it's sheet around me
over powers me
drags me into a hollow box
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Searching for new anxieties
on other peoples lips
I remind myself the important ones
just live in my memory
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He showed me himself
as pure as the rain
as true as the sea
clear, like the sun
but I'll always remain
like the moon
with a part hidden away
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