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I watched his face fall sad like a statue on an ash covered balcony whispers of past tense murmered in half tense makes me too afraid to speak I know this because I know the return of a season looking back at you I feel you inside the recluse of the passing winds to see you, wishing hands that clutch onto an invisible death you hold to your chest reminds me of my own wars the sweat of a fever you can't make out of why do we turn away from one another when did love become fear of only losing have I not won all my battles? Had I only survived them? Am I a false king in a land of nothing, claimed by all?
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Aug 4, 2019
Aug 4, 2019 at 5:26 PM UTC
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I watched his face fall sad like a statue on an ash covered balcony whispers of past tense murmered in half tense makes me too afraid to speak I know this because I know the return of a season looking back at you I feel you inside the recluse of the passing winds to see you, wishing hands that clutch onto an invisible death you hold to your chest reminds me of my own wars the sweat of a fever you can't make out of why do we turn away from one another when did love become fear of only losing have I not won all my battles? Had I only survived them? Am I a false king in a land of nothing, claimed by all?
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Aug 4, 2019
Aug 4, 2019 at 5:26 PM UTC
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