You lied to me
He’s not coming
No, his eyes aren’t fixed on me
He doesn’t see me
Many dark worms are crawling
In the cool earth
Propelling their backsides
To and fro
In a futile dance.
I’m going nowhere fast.
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You lied to me
He’s not coming
No, his eyes aren’t fixed on me
He doesn’t see me
Many dark worms are crawling
In the cool earth
Propelling their backsides
To and fro
In a futile dance.
I’m going nowhere fast.