it's not a glamour profession
it's a tiny surrender
always ready for action
a counterfeit pleasure
reaching out
starting to doubt
these eyes keep scheming of
these yes keep missing love
fear poured from where i stood
filled with what i could
reaching out
starting to doubt
the reasons why
is it better without them
keeps me inside
is this how it works
all but invisible
all invisible
head on the floor
let it slide in
tiny increments
and i'll try reaching out
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