I stare at your eyes but don't know what you see.
I see my reflection but is it really me that you see?
Flowering words, hopeful whispers and tantalizing stares,
What is all of this for, really?
I am not yours, you are not mine
But in a cold world of sick passersby,
You and I is all we've got to survive.
You are not mine, but I am yours now.
Stop. Don't look. I understand.
This is not the game you want to play.
I do not want to play your games.
All of this is clouded, too clouded.
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