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There Are Times

I am always almost over you
yet,
never am just quite there
yet,
There are times and there are times I
get
lost in momentary maze of an ideal like a thought, thought lost
get
carried away in a daze all the ways in which we
bet
against the odds and that we are already are and only on a
bet
I am always almost over you
yet,
never am just quite there
yet,
There are times . . .



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Written on 2015-11-08 at 23:57

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Ivan R
Made me smile, in the way that I recognize the feeling ... the ways ... the hope .. that never gets to be real.
Yeah.
2015-11-10