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You take a step closer
And forget to see
All the stupid things
That make you remember
The rain isn't the sound of drums
Drums isn't the sound of drums
They were a different beat
Perhaps like your heart
When your completely
And utterly human though
Your heart isn't the same
As your head
And sometimes what your head wants
Isn't what your heart agrees to
There's isn't a fibre in you
That's the same as someone else
So look around
Yes, that's an order
Take a deep breath
And try to see
All the stupid things
That make your forget.
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Poetry'If the end is drawing near, should I not be a part of it?' compilation of random efforts at poetry. - Cover Image - Kathrin Honesta
