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[ti:Outlines ] |
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[ar:Sleeping at Last] |
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[al:Yearbook Collection] |
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Hidden in plain sight |
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The world is an outline |
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Of shapes I used to know |
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Like pulling ribbon |
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All of a sudden |
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The curtains draw back slow |
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Though I've been distracted |
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I am caught up in static |
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No more |
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Garden of eden |
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Lower your branches |
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For another year |
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I'm dust, unsettled |
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Until they reappear |
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Though my hands are prone |
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To trial and error |
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I'm crossing my fingers |
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For something to hold |
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I can't help but hope for brighter |
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Here in the shadows of letting go |
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God, may these good intentions |
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Be the outline of so much more |
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When I breathe, from now on |
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I'll mean it more than ever I did before |
