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I miss that insult;
insult come back to me.
She had the chance to love me.
Lightning from a star.
Studying your lips.
For a sign of a kiss.
For a second everything is real.
She had the chance to love me.
For the ghosts of my memory
Echoing on cerulean palls
I slip below to the solitary
Anesthesia, flow into me
Well the winds do blow on the sea
Passing the ashes ever after
Under the deep green canopy
Anesthesia, let me see
Numb me in this icy retreat
Hold me under, me and Shelley
When I’m blue then come down for me
In the dark of the shadows beneath read more »
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