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what season is this?
what day? what year?
I'm lost in the moments
words that i fear
these days; this time
all familiar but mine
I'm missing the you from yesterday
I'm ignoring the you of right now
and the you from tomorrow
is pulling me somehow
I'm tired of these games
being pulled
cut my rope
this is a joke
you're too foreign
my ghost
is you
me times two
you're thinking too much
I'm letting go
you don't know
you don't know
