i'm running here

every focus is splintered

every attempt he can afford

rendered pointless and it's streaming down

senses together they move cleaner than transit will allow

and sometimes i wanna move cleaner than transit will allow to be

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now inbetween

leaving and arriving

i can try to digest this sequence of events

again i draw it out

and again i get delayed reaction

i get splinters

i watch the people and the cars

it's slow motion

they're beautiful like breaking glass

not yet broken

my motion is silver on the point

of a moment - splinter - moment

my vision, the colour of

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moment splinter moment

splinter into colour

and let me be

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