You're too tall to see the moon,
trapped inside yourself, in the darkness of your blindness,
yet we all sleep here, in this.
We sleep rather than let,
seep rather than sweat,
we ask for life from an utterance,
an utterance that no one gives with ease.
This is down to you.
We sweat our feeling through our eyes.
I wish you were a stranger again,
you were so much fun when I didn't know you

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