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If these pages keep flipping in the wind

Will the sky remember what they say?

Just words on a page

Just a cat in a box

Just a song in my head.

Don’t come any closer

Don’t come closer to me

Sitting here thinking about entropy


Swallow me

Then swallow all the rest

Don’t say anything

There is nothing to say

Don’t come any closer

There is nothing to say.


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