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Anvils and anchors

My heart is constantly weighed 

My mind is constantly wading on the line of sanity 

In and out I go 

Up and down the rabbit hole

I wake up

I think of him

I close my eyes

I think of him

And even when I try to escape into my dreams at night 

They are all of him

Anvils and anchors

Sun and the moon

Night and day

I am haunted by the memory of us

(what its like, forgetting to love you)

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