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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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