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A lasting moment to hold onto with regret. The scent of time. Tried and tested I |
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never noticed the phantoms of her mind. Crescent moon. I am cutting through. Paste |
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up warnings fill the sky. Smoking embers. I remember. Time and time again to try to |
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live In light, to sink within her. I think of light. |
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Time to blame, to borrow from your past. Elapse collapsing. |
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She's not insane. She's gone insane. |
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And if the root of silence pulls me up (off) and love is lost not from my heart, I'll sit |
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upon this throne that throws me off. And she falls backwards to the floor and |
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forwards to the back. She says, elapses all my truth again. She's the one I live for. I |
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live alone. I live alone. Cutting through. |
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She's not insane. I live alone. I live alone. She's the one I live for. I live alone ... |
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Burns inside horribly. She lifts me to the spirit burns. The darkest hours. My |
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corrupt brain is hurting. Once again the door lies quiet. Left alone I'm thinking of |
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her. Sitting. The burning clock of time. |
