in the long long grass
you went gone and been mystery
you look to be looking
click clock tick tock clock
it, hand-held untouchable
a screamed quiet loudness
fail( u r )e, fut( u r )e
you don’t know (anything)
any every some
you’re a by gone be by gone
a perpetual looker until
you (be quiet) dead always
nothing finding meaning something
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we are,
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