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sometimes just like when the seasons linger |
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I slowly find myself undercurrent within the vortex of our time come closer whisper your name lean over |
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I wish you would stay a little longer sink into my ear your words |
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I pray will keep me safe and my flesh a little warmer the void |
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I sigh when |
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I hesitate the cold outside |
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I will undertake otherness |
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I sense the motion my catatonic shell clad in fire golden gray to all others you are a stranger veiled in mistery uninvited thief bringer of light drift into night soar on the wings of a new dawn where winds blow in houses of hollow and water runs through statues of salt |