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Nov 2010
my suppression finds its weak moments
but I have seen their faces
when they simply let words caress off their tongues
(I don't feel alive anymore)

- don't give me reason to believe so

I know hope is lost
nourishing me under all the sheets I sleep on
when nothing cradles me in my sleep
but oh the ground lifts me
the ground
(lifts me)
midnight prague
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