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The Time You Have
Hues so splendid
The sun is shy
Shun your son
He hates you now
You couldn't
Ground yourself
Not once
You couldn't
Wound yourself
To love another
Hues so splendid
The sun is high
Then wait up late
To catch him coming in
You could
Hold it all
This once
You could
Have it all
Just fucking talk
The walls we build between
The walls we build between the simple act of sitting side by side and speaking into each others eyes. So poetically laid out, so bluntly driven home. So correct.