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Apr 2013
Fading away...
you say..
is that what I do....
slowly disappear on you...
Until I become transparent...
Has that become evident...
That I'm in the room but no longer here..
Right beside you and not even near...
But here I am touching skin...
how does that feel...
Trying to make it go with in....
I thought that I was real...
I'm losing all my colored soul...
Inside of this black hole...
An here we go once again..
I'm fading away my friend..

So Fly Me Back to so called home...
Or just answer the phone....
Cuz where I am I need a hug
or just a wine filled jug..
But that wont work cuz im not here..
I've faded like your crying tears...
So look away I'm just a thought..
a memory of a past forgot...
Written by
Quentin Briscoe
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