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Aug 2013
There's a sound of thunder rolling closer and I think to hold you tighter

We're sitting inside listening to drops of rain hitting the window pane

We're drowning in our drinks
And filling our lungs with shotguns

It's just you and I here tonight
In this cabin by the lake
We used to call a home
But is now less than a house
And less than it never was

The waters unfished and the boat is moored in the growing weeds

The trees bend in the breeze
Playing shadow games with our imagination

The stars in the sky sparkle like the beginning
But that was a million light years ago
And they're burnt out supernovas now

Lightening flashes and our eyes dart to the light hoping to find illumination

But the dark closes back in after glimpses of twilight

But the dark closes back in until we're alone in the same room

Until the cabin is a ghost

And the water is dried up

And the grass turns to death

And the trees fall to the ground

And the sky opens up

And the dark closes in
Brandon
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Brandon  On the edge of your taste
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