It was Glued on My Lips and it said Thanks

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In sleepless weariness, anxiety creeps   
Like the moon of October, it quietly speaks
whispers of fogs and wisps and mists
I don’t know, but you were missed.
I find you in every corner
every street, every line
what a shame it was,
to ignore forbearance
but to the time that will pass,
fear there may be
I still thank you
because you are so kind.

 

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