You skate around my advances They are growing ever more precise
Yet it is as if there is a wall around others i am obsolete I am the outcast your gaze never falls on me for more than an instant i am furniture i am a hidden face in this crowded room i look just to you
"Once, me and John were at the beach when we were kids. John asked me what i thought loving a woman would be like. So, I came up with the idea of making women out of sand to practice with. I was paying attention to my sand-woman and John had made his close to the tide. Well, she dissolved and he went with her into the sea. I guess he was into it
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