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Hearts echo like the crystallized
rhythm of wind through blades of grass;
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When our clock has stopped ticking, and faded pages fall from glass
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We started like a breeze without ending, the glowing bond of friendship was our sun--
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If the ocean had a floor, I’d curl inside its blankets—
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Smiles crack and crease your heart; A violent flutter in the haze,
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Keyholes staring down an abyss; secrecy in brass locks that swept past my fingertips...
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He downs the sun in raspy breaths, a contortionist of smiles as the laughter
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Ebbing arms to match the force of the sea,
come carry me home to the sky-
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There's sun in the snow on the ground and it's blinding me; erasing all the memories
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If all I had left were the sands that we tread on, I'd collect it in bottles; name the stars after songs filled with laughter
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Swinging ropes hang loosely from the rafters, a silent destruction ticks-- mouths hanging open
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I can't recall the colours that outline your face; a symptom of forgetfulness, but I'm overcoming this--
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I could fall asleep inside your love, a sigh-- breathe in the colours of the day and we are one;
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It beats, skips, jumps, pumps-- resonating, thrums like harps in golden clouds, rains
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Butterflies string along the emptiness of the air; bodies litter the earth and I am with them--
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It seems as though the very idea of importance has seeped through your mind down the stairwells of anguish;
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Is it possible, the trees that caress the sky in daylight, create bars like prison cells-- scraped coffee cans
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Voices crack in ancient sighs, mustered up, let go-- and I shall breathe in the colours that your hair
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Slaved away like marionettes, stringing along a dance floor-- moonlight swept me off my feet;
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Silent hills embrace dawn; silver spills-- sighed a yawn...
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Trees bend while winds blow;
deep inside the cusp of songs...
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Shades of green grow bright in melancholy sun; heroine inside the veins of a victim
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I've got nothing else to fill my time than with leaping off
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sharp winds would dust the panes of windows in the pale moonlight,
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Rain; a temptation like sunsets on early horizons-- take me away
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Pining won't draw you nearer; my heart drowns--
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More than nothing-- an emptiness like water through the cracks of cobblestones;
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I can't clip the wings of Time; roll them back like tainted winds--
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