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Pyre May 2019
I wish I were deaf
Not death itself
Just unaware of sound
Everytime it comes around

I'd have to ignore your call
I'd would even feel the fall
I'd be cold but I wouldn't fear
The very last of an old year

I'd have to smile at conversations
Not worried of its subjections
I'd be a little boring really
At least I wouldn't have to worry

I'd have to caress everything
See and feel the lightning
Touch your goosebumps to know
That your heart can still glow

Every single time

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