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Found
Looking for you everywhere,
yet I already have you,
under spider-webs, and on rotten trees,
in low plains and near shallow streams,
Oh I thought you were hiding from me.
The opposite has occurred,
I stashed you away for no one to see,
By the concrete stair-well,
where the stranger is talking,
sleek-hats and sunglasses,
hiding behind the same false entities.
Go figure he wore black,
that is a big part of me...
snapping back with a whip-lash,
did I give this cashier the cash?
But it's okay,
because your in my closet.
I'll try to remember to forget that.
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