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    Always Time
  by Sam Freek


Removed my hands from my watch
Theres always time
I always have time for you
Trying to throw my voice
As I stand alone in a room

A pouring of colours flooded from your mind
Screaming like a banshee
You threw yellow my way
Mixed with flavours I remembered from childhood
The curtians twitched and an old face appeared

You waved around wooden spoons
Looking the other way
Avoiding eye contact
As I danced around an empty tin of peaches
My hunger for you grew

As the sun slowly fell to earth
You twisted my words to make you feel better
Ink spread from a broken biro
You began to look back at me
Thinking I was someone else

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