The light trapped in the water is dim
I think about how you loved it still
Now I see the cigarette dangling from your fingertips
And I wonder if you've ever truly lived
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Open Palms
PoetryA book of hopefully less angsty poems than my previous one, "From the Heart". Don't worry, they're still mostly sad. *** Je ne peux pas vivre sans toi
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The light trapped in the water is dim
I think about how you loved it still
Now I see the cigarette dangling from your fingertips
And I wonder if you've ever truly lived
