All that you want to hear is how great everything went, and that nothing touches you.
Whatever happened to the one I loved, who cared about the movements made to share?
For all I know he’s buried deep inside there, though maybe not alive.
I don’t know, ask me in the morning when I’m headed out the door.
It’s like another you disappeared into his place.
This man I once knew…
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