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Hanks The Distance

Biding my time, letting tensions climb, till every word strains to sound right. Hoping for more than a life of keeping score and having to be right.

Bet a lesson like her, with cinnamon scars and honey-eyed hopes, hurt so sweet that you longed to tumble again down sugary slopes. You love so much

I?m living through the sounds of the apartments that surround me. The human drama plays all hours of the day, free. And when I get sick of listening

The lunchtime crowd is clearing out when, with feigned casualness, you say, ?It?s a shame we?re out of time, ?cause I had something on my mind.? I thought

Awkward shards of conversation reveal a washed-out obligation. Detached from duty and grace, I look in your eyes and see a need to save face. And I

I?m shipwrecked and hopeless when your boat arrives You offer me water and I drink in your eyes Beautiful and certainly sure of yourself I question everything