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Peel away the ragged skin, |
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Frail memory slips to grey, |
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Continues to drift through restless days. |
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Your softly spoken earthly tones, |
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Seep through the walls in me, |
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Familiar blue, the flooded sea. |
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All alone, with all beside, |
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Waiting on your warmest light. |
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The waning words, the crumbling sun, |
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Tomorrow's blur, the threads undone. |
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The hazy glow of nervous hands, |
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And brightly colored lace, |
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A brief candle sway left in it's place. |
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The remedy, a fleeting thought, |
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In light can't bear to see, |
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All of the loss that's left to me. |
