Don’t Look At Me

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don’t look at me when you cry through sorrows peak the bat of the eye

to frolic in the weeds and things another door bell rings

as you sit there in your misery in your vested history

to caress the pulse that beats to set its course on fire

in the village where you kept your place

 

traveled to destinations without any explanation

 

 

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