part ii.

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part ii.

losing my religion

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"burning in hell. wish you were here."

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xiii. misguided ghost
"have i found you, flightless bird?"

xiv. für elise
"but something has changed, "

xv. angels on the moon
"telling stories in the moonlight, as though day might never come."

xvi. pale blue eyes
"but mostly, you just make me mad."

xvii. clairvoyant
"less becomes more, the weight is too heavy."

xviii. the violet hour
"we pretend nothing is happening,
we fade into oblivion."

the lost chapter.
"dixieland delight."

xix. haunted by both the dead and the living
"torn, like a sail in the storm."

xx. afternoon delight
"we are not who we used to be."

xxi. truly madly deeply
"i move away, only to become closer to you."

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i wonder if your eyes will know me still,this face carved by grief's heavy handonce soft, familiarnow all sharp edgesborn from shadows and loss

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i wonder if your eyes will know me still,
this face carved by grief's heavy hand
once soft, familiar
now all sharp edges
born from shadows and loss.

i fear you'll find only a stranger,
the beast sorrow has made.

will you turn away,
or see through the ruin?

so i wait,
hoping you'll remember what i was
before the world tore me apart.

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