You see me, almost. sometimes
In a dream with you, Leaving school
In nineteen fifty two, dancing
knowing what to be
We don't speak. Like we used to
"seeing the family soon" A mention for the weather
This June, which has been the same
For over a week
It used to be in that look or smile
Not for a while. The jokes
haven't lasted, we only share
our distain
Who is to blame,
These useless connections, lack of respect
Didn't check, memories, swallowed,
Down the rat poison way
Today, we pay for our 'lack of doing' crime
waiting for our time, in separate rooms
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