Coexist 2006-11-23 9:20 p.m.


Sometimes I fight for the right words...

and I fight... and I fight.

Sometimes I pretend like we can coexist.

We can't and we can't and we can-not be two people standing as if we were one.

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Somedays I like the wind...
The way it sounds howling from the north end over the old sheaves, across a field no one loves...

I love the lonely way it walks to me... from nowhere to inside of me.

It reminds me of you... and who you were to me.
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Sometimes I fight for words...

and I fight and I fight and I fight to be heard.

Sometimes I stand to jump... but I can't... I cannot

We cannot coexist or be one.


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