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. . . Late at night In what some might call the witching hour Close your eyes Let waters fall lightly on your neck Under heat May you feel What screams you think are screamed dissipate Feel, only Hear no words No words will trespass the line Separating you and I So two hands will have to do Phantoms of time lost touch you Do they remind you Of the one, most haunting? No ill will, no poison Deletes love Faith, I ask of you -- I manage whispers Through static Open your eyes Tomorrow While running around your day to day May you find The forever in love gone that's saved As your fear Palpitates Warm memories flood through Winter's grave Breaking peace Into your war Close faithfully forlorn eyes Their dark delivers our tide To our hidden coast again Mute words from the black ocean Written in the sand Of the one, most haunting? No ill will, no poison Deletes love Faith, I ask of you -- I manage whispers Through static Open your eyes Can you Keep the void connected and still move? . . .
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Nov 21, 2013
Nov 21, 2013 at 9:47 PM UTC
Whispers Through Static
. . . Late at night In what some might call the witching hour Close your eyes Let waters fall lightly on your neck Under heat May you feel What screams you think are screamed dissipate Feel, only Hear no words No words will trespass the line Separating you and I So two hands will have to do Phantoms of time lost touch you Do they remind you Of the one, most haunting? No ill will, no poison Deletes love Faith, I ask of you -- I manage whispers Through static Open your eyes Tomorrow While running around your day to day May you find The forever in love gone that's saved As your fear Palpitates Warm memories flood through Winter's grave Breaking peace Into your war Close faithfully forlorn eyes Their dark delivers our tide To our hidden coast again Mute words from the black ocean Written in the sand Of the one, most haunting? No ill will, no poison Deletes love Faith, I ask of you -- I manage whispers Through static Open your eyes Can you Keep the void connected and still move? . . .
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Nov 21, 2013
Nov 21, 2013 at 9:47 PM UTC
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