Falling into patterns,
******** up our lives.
Crying under water,
So they cant see our eyes.
Dimly we are thinking,
But were to snowed-in to breathe.
Whats going on beneath us,
Will soon consume our need.
Feeling like a painting on a metal box,
Beautiful, noticed, so tired of being lost.
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