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Those Winter Sundays
Matt is muttering something I can't hear
sometimes I wish I would listen harder,
and he talks so much that
I tune him out to concentrate on stuff
important. nobody tried listening.
behind the eyes of a tormented skater
he thinks.
When he skates, he's happy,
and I finally understand his perspective,
fearing nothing, fearing everything.
Matt always listens to me,
when I'm depressed,
he gives me advice, too.
Who could tell, who could tell
the heart behind the heartagram.
