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Not Like You Think

I walk next to you
but it’s
not like you think

I’d rather close my eyes
than have
to look into yours

I’d rather tear this ground apart
than take it
step by step down the concrete

I’d rather be screaming your torture
than just
the place you hang your coat

I walk next to you
but it’s
not like you think.




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