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Random Strangers
You are the secrets I can’t tell A lonely, mute taboo You are the colours I don’t see Making me feel blue You are the soft and dewy grass My feet no longer tread You are the thoughts of summer’s days Inhabiting my head You are each syllable of each word That I no longer speak You are the strength deserting me Making me feel weak You are my life’s sole energy The sun upon my skin And as you slowly enervate You eat me from within You are the touch, the taste and smell Of all that I once loved You are the memories, hopes and dreams Now quickly far removed You are the light that I once held So dearly in my heart You are the distance with each day Keeping us apart You are the logic and the wisdom Abandoned now like dangers For every time you pass me by We act like random strangers
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