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Thaw
03:44
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And we'll thaw from preconceived notions that you were ever the one. And we'll thaw from our hollow bodies. Former vessels that only serve to remind us of what a smile, what a breath in the midnight air, felt like. Swallowed up by bedroom eyes; they haunt me as they stare.
Constant clawing.
Never thawing.
You were the first snow of the year, and the cold always kept you here. I wanted you to stay. Lay here with me until the flowers of the Spring rise from the cold ground you froze out.
I will thaw my way out of this.
I will thaw out.
A box of pine to mirror your spine
A box of pine to mirror your spine
A box of pine to mirror your spine
As we wait for the ground to thaw.
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Empty Crosses
02:34
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In the dying light of Sunday's best wishes, between the golden glow and the way you addressed me, I found a reason to speak.
"There's only so much that you can do. Your back's been breaking from the weight on your shoulders. You've carried this world, dragged your feet through the sand, held every moment in the palms of your aching hands."
We'll sit and we'll talk while the flame smolders.
"I wish I could have been stronger for you."
The Sun succumbed to the hem of this aging Earth. You caught my eye, so I stopped and I turned and watched you fade away.
Carry this light to your grave so our souls know which path they should take.
"You can't save me, let's be honest."
"If there is a life on the clouds, I await your arrival there someday."
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That night, we spoke of hope and holy ghosts, and compared the stars to snowflakes inside snow globes. I'll find my way out.
In parting, we found our sweet release.
In parting, I found just how you sharpen your teeth.
Make good on your secrets and leave me alone. You said it yourself, your heart is no kind of home.
And I hope you never change, I hope you stay the same. Her name is happiness and she'll leave you whenever she sees fit, but I hope you never change.
Don't ever change.
Make good on your secrets and leave me alone. You said yourself, your heart is no kind of home.
When did we get so bitter and cold?
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...and nothing we will remain.
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I will not outlive my father.
I will not outrun my debts.
I will only serve to embody each of your regrets.
I am made of broken promises, and I owe them to you.
I am a list of failed romances, won't you kill me with the truth.
With every passing day that ends up the same,
I'm waiting for silence, I'm waiting for the end.
I give up.
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There was life in these halls. There were echoes of laughter, down the street where you lost the will to get back up. Days weighed heavier. Nights seemed longer than you could bear to take in here. We used to have a home. What I would give to see the Sun.
I hope you rest assured, knowing that I never could.
That same rain that gave us such hope now just ebbs at our sides. Chipping away the paint until there is nothing but what we've chosen to hide. But I felt your hand leave mine, as you recited, "It's winter here, yet." What's with these aging, aching lines that call attention to our faults? I could never hate you as much as I could hate myself. What I would give to see the Sun.
I hope you rest assured, knowing that I never could.
For me this was everything, to you it was just something. For now I'll have memories of you and me - of you and me.
We are the salt of this Earth
Until death from the birth.
And though we have grown apart,
There's no malice in this heart.
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