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The loneliness of the short distance walker

The last time we spoke, we ended up nowhere
and it seems like my words
aren't any better than your quotes,
our speaches were reversed
just like the movements of our hands,
with every sentence I became more afraid-


-every word means something different.
We'll recover like a brick to the face.