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You lean in close to fathom The tightly refrained edge of my grief "Why hold it in?" Little does he know the cost of that heeling Eating away At the joy that used to so easily come Shhh We may leave but our echo will remain I am only human These bones are just as heavy as your's When light falls and the day weighs Stacking the darkness in my favor I would rather be memorialized in shadow Then cast in unforgiving light You're going to lose it, stopping suddenly mid-stride Breath quicken, heart slam ricochet With only the hazed memory of where my warmth used to be
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Feb 21, 2014
Feb 21, 2014 at 4:36 PM UTC
Secrets Between Your Fingertips and My Tears
You lean in close to fathom The tightly refrained edge of my grief "Why hold it in?" Little does he know the cost of that heeling Eating away At the joy that used to so easily come Shhh We may leave but our echo will remain I am only human These bones are just as heavy as your's When light falls and the day weighs Stacking the darkness in my favor I would rather be memorialized in shadow Then cast in unforgiving light You're going to lose it, stopping suddenly mid-stride Breath quicken, heart slam ricochet With only the hazed memory of where my warmth used to be
I would make sure that you at least would get a proper farewell.
brook-ilges
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Feb 21, 2014
Feb 21, 2014 at 4:36 PM UTC
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