They keep calling me back... They miss me... I try to stay away... But there's no sense in distancing who it could be... So I listen... Find a reason to relate... Human... N it's like whistling... Dogs bark doesn't bite... Yet comfort tunes in... Neva misleading the hype with a grin... Stationary in solitude willing to hear... Life in the way it happens... From mouths that do not lie in mirrors... Damn chatterboxes get to laughing... As one at a time stories are told... Opening up... Attention grasping concept to wait to see what's said... Lips babbling tales that unfold... Like before luv... Getting to know what could be a friend intent... Leaning in to the molding come flush to fraturesin the minds imagination spent... They yap at me... Wanting me to look back as I walk on my own... Away from the feel of glorifications dream... Owning no thrones... What am I to do.?. Ya neva know... Someone is bound to trip in to my arms... Giving loneliness the dueces... Lady in the sheets n a straight freak hoe... Shutting the nights down lookin for driving deeper than charm...
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