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SPACE
The space which unfolds from the inside out Smothered my boldness with layers of doubt And though you were present, and waited at hand, I could not but reach you o'er miles of sand. When yesterday's clothing is worn threadbare And a walk in the park is a trip to nowhere The words I can't say are like dust in my throat The look on your face is like castle and moat. Fools rush in, but I'm not a fool I'm holding out for a lesson less cruel If grace doesn't show me the way to get in Justice will tell me what might have been. |