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SHE dusty town, dateline whenever you want, a boy stands with blue eyes that see all but take in nothing, mid-july on a day where the rain can't decide how hard it wants to be or how long it will stay, the boy can't decide either washed up at 17, so he thinks and thus is the reality she passes by on the street as if they never knew each other maybe they didn't disconnected in an elevate sketch he seems to be aware of the 4th wall, this imagery thru the proscenium he's disconnected, she passes by again a week to the day, every move she makes has a hidden objective, it's all to get under his skin, double meaning to burrow into him, eat him alive, so he thinks and thus is the reality if he could pretend that she didn't exist, she would cease to breathe disconnected in an elevated sketch he stands in traffic drenched in rain rain from skies of blue, eyes of blue he'll never see, one becomes the other when he was kissing the ground at her feet the dirt and dust filled his lungs and when he was done coughing it up she was gone... (TOMMY'S EXPLANATION: written as on observer, watching someone you care for in emotional pain and knowing you're helpless. you try and interpret everything and put yourself in their shoes and do your best.) 
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