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We Slip Between Each Other's Hands
It is isolation
It is separation
It is a one way glass after the interrogation
The silence as they stare
Waiting
Torture but only guarded by apathetic pacifists
We still sit down to dinner
Graceless
And no one feels like eating
It will never be okay
Just an aging numbness to dull the gaping wound
And the vacuum that takes away
It is separation
It is a one way glass after the interrogation
The silence as they stare
Waiting
Torture but only guarded by apathetic pacifists
We still sit down to dinner
Graceless
And no one feels like eating
It will never be okay
Just an aging numbness to dull the gaping wound
And the vacuum that takes away
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