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I haven't taken a breath since we last spoke,
And suffocating never felt so good,
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I would lay down on your chest,
And listen to you breathe.
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As I sit alone in this empty room,
My thougts surrender into you
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The blade advances on me
In a hand that seems not mine
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Within the fragile tapestries of my mind
Where the sun has shown for the first time
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He read a poem about his mother,
Moving me enough to walk over to him after the reading was over
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Search the mirror image
Break through the glass if you need to
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I read of a man who stood to speak at the funeral of a friend
He referred to the dates on her tombstone
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Your love is like a pencil
It erases its mistakes.
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Don't let the pain be a bliss
Grab yourself, crumble your fist
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The gates to heave are always open
So you must have made it there
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I must have been written in pencil
Somewhere on your surface
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My reflection stares back from the broken mirror
Distorted pieces staring from shards of broken mirror
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Unfamiliar emotions,
Things I've never dreamed.
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Just lay on the bed....
Boy, I have something to say...
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The worst feeling in the world
Is not feeling your touch
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I wish I were your tears
So that I could be born in your eyes,
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Close the door behind you when you leave
And turn the key
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The integrity, the piece of my reality
The dark cold fear-of the memories I see casually
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Love's deepest lusts
Passions hardest desires
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The moonless night tells the story
That my deepest thoughts search to find
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I see your face shining through
The mirror of my mind
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I can feel my heart cringe in pain
The tears are dripping down my face
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Tonight I told the stars
As I looked up at the sky
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My heart beats your every breath
My eyes hold a flowering rose
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The sweetest notes among the human heart-srtings are dull with rust
The sweetest chords adjusted by the angels are clogged with dust
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The wonderous moment or our meeting...
I will remember you appear
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I never was struck before that hour
With love so sudden and so sweet
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At last, when all the summer shine
That warmed life's early hours is passed
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If ever my hands toil
May it be as your servant
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I long to see your face,
Its beauty I'll embrace.
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My love dares have a name sorrow
Deep in my heart dwells a red passion
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