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Aug 2012
Angels stabbing your tongue to death
When expectations
And commitments weren’t met

And you know that she’s approaching
And the yearning
Becomes too unbearable, to think about

The first. Time. I saw.
Your eyes. Were like. Diamonds in distress

But you left
Before the end can even begin
And I was waiting for you to sing
Your precious lullaby, your precious lullaby

Cause we’re different from the masses
We’re born straight down from the ashes
Like the burning autumn leaves
You might doubt, but I believe

Hear my heart echo loudly,
In the emptiness that is my own
Emptiness that is my own

Alone it beats
Alone it beats
Dan Ang
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