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Standing in the Door

i am stuck on words
they can't make sense
they don't make any sense really
so i sit in my living room
writing nonsense
about the demise of humankind
or hope for love
all seems so topsy turvy  
i can't grasp onto ideas anymore
i am out of morsels  
i eat and sleep in my abandoned mind
the puzzle is always incomplete
when you stand there looking through the door
and we have finally had all we can take
we will never make the house we once talked about anymore
Mogwai
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