cutting my hair all day every day
and i wish had blue eyes so i could feel innocent and new. clean so people would always trust me and fall into me like they trust clear water and oceans, so that i could be trusting and always see light in the grubby murkiness around dark hallway caves places
lost homes and deep ends.
in loud puddle foot steps in slow pacing rhythms
but my eyes, heavy, starless, seek out dark, in gloomy shadows, they always know it, there is no stopping until everything turns to black liquid end.
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