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Mar 2013
Stay
You always seem so far 
Away
Even the bleached roads between us
Cannot keep these lies from drowning 
Piece by piece
I don't want this to hurt you
I don't write this to hurt you
My hands fall down by broken sides
Bruised love handles telling their own 
Version of what always happens
Stay
You don't have to rip away 
Tearing what little fabric we still hold
Deafening, the aching numbness that follows
Silence
A sword wielded  by an expert marksman
On your own time, sweet heaven hurry
Tensed like a bow string, ready 
Stay
Never fade
Wanderer
Written by
Wanderer  Between Midnight and 3am
(Between Midnight and 3am)   
569
   Zoe, ---, st64, Brandon and Timothy
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