She showed up, dressed for the job she wanted,
which judging by the trademarks on her clothes was so much more.
Scattered pieces, amputation
torn down to an inclination;
should reflect with hours left,
save time to interject.
He stood there, dressed for the job he wanted
And looking at him you could clearly see; it wasn’t much
He hoped that she would lower her reasonable expectations
for long enough to think of how she would react if suddenly they
Dropped to the ground
making the same sound.
If you came closer I could feel your bones.
if by some chance
You’re the same kind of high
could you take the color from your eyes?
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