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you start to ebb away from me
the light begins to fade
and I find myself grasping for glowing remnants
words
tokens
I stuff them into sealed jars hidden beneath the mattress like a hoarder.
But I sit tall at our dusk
praying for our dawn
the light begins to fade
and I find myself grasping for glowing remnants
words
tokens
I stuff them into sealed jars hidden beneath the mattress like a hoarder.
But I sit tall at our dusk
praying for our dawn
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