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Feb 2014
I'm the name that you mutter
Under your breath
I'm the life that you save
I'm the cheating of death
I'm the sand in your sandals
I'm the crook in your neck
I'm the paupers last glimpse
of the riches he left
I'm your apple branches
I'm your falling grace
I'm the belonging you lost
that you swore to replace.
I'm the windows clear picture
I'm your obstructed view
I'm the priest and the choir
the steeple, the pew
i'm the one you left empty
with nothing to hold
But lust and regrets
and they're all growing old
I'm the one you wanted,
the one you forgot,
I'm the one that you'll think of,
when you gavotte.
I'm your absolute zero,
i'm the one you'll compare
I'm the one you left broken.,
beyond disrepair
I'm the one you left burning,
on your simple stove
I'm the one that you see
when you're eyelids are closed
Written by
Corbin Major
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