the unhinged is kind if when your mind has tenure the appeased pupil is disunited with elemental limerence, not life
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To the centre of the city where all roads meet, waiting for you, To the depths of the ocean where all hopes sank, searching for you, I was moving through the silence without motion, waiting for you, In a room with a window in the corner I found truth.
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To the centre of the city where all roads meet, waiting for you,
To the depths of the ocean where all hopes sank, searching for you,
I was moving through the silence without motion, waiting for you,
In a room with a window in the corner I found truth.
It is, although I can't take credit. Joy Division's "Shadowplay" - my initial reaction to your poem.
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