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All I have are splinters of memory Lodged in my mind My father was a wanderer in the halls of my heart I can remember being small enough to hug his waist His long jet black hair draped over me like a dead tree Dormant and stuck It wasn't your fault The world forced you to grow up Your life was a precautionary tale A map of edges and fault lines to avoid You walked down all the dark paths to high light the night Choke holding the demons so I could escape There are times where I see that I've inherited your anger and pride It wasn't your fault You didn't bring in the tide The void of your absence is too heavy to frame So I dumped it in your casket Buried alive
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Jul 17, 2017
Jul 17, 2017 at 11:46 PM UTC
SEA OF WIDOWS
All I have are splinters of memory Lodged in my mind My father was a wanderer in the halls of my heart I can remember being small enough to hug his waist His long jet black hair draped over me like a dead tree Dormant and stuck It wasn't your fault The world forced you to grow up Your life was a precautionary tale A map of edges and fault lines to avoid You walked down all the dark paths to high light the night Choke holding the demons so I could escape There are times where I see that I've inherited your anger and pride It wasn't your fault You didn't bring in the tide The void of your absence is too heavy to frame So I dumped it in your casket Buried alive
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Jul 17, 2017
Jul 17, 2017 at 11:46 PM UTC
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