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He\'s telling me
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He’s telling me this and that,
stretching my soul over his shirt.
One day I came across these bare eyes
edging the hazel sky;
so I’ve been looking
the same old street-lamp ever since.
He’s telling me this and that,
tangling my feet and thoughts
in a boundless closed lure.
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