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Who knows what goes onin other people’s houses.What do they talk about?What do they fight over?But they look prettyfrom the outsideand that’s all I see.
That was the moment that I had begun,what was going to becomean often talked about episode and which would be discussed as my uncharacteristic eruption,a motion of sortstowardsa certain end.
Hear those silent pausesSee those blank staresFeel the anticipations not metWe’re still similarJust in slightly dissimilar ways
No oracles to go by.
No kings to follow.
No heroes to root for.
No villains to overthrow.
Where endings are not satisfying,