Where are you now
Upon the door cradle
Eating soup along a garden rail
Visible from the back of my mind
Canned tomatoes with salt, I can tell by the way your mouth twitches
Relay the exact thoughts that go by as our distance expands
And this is my process as I fall into deep relaxation
For i am unaware
But you're still eating the soup
Careless and obivious
Foul mouths would spill out words
If I was like that
But I'm not
So where are you now?
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