i wouldn't want to be a dentist or a coroner
everyone dreading my visits
and i didn't want to be your lover
like hugging a barb-wire fence that was sometimes charged
but i saw past the concrete walls around your soul
and i saw beneath the black cloud above your head
i saw the softness you fought so hard to hide
i wanted to fix you, but the concrete and clouds proved too strong
i quit on you
and i'm glad i did
life worked out good for me
but today i wonder
about the thickness of your walls
about the opaqueness of your cloud
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