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maybe i’ve lost my spark (the show must go on)
we’re running out of earth and the sun’s not on our side and i fear the moon turned angry and vengeful ∗ ∗ ∗ i think I’ve lost my spark my sense of wonder might be a little tired. or dead. the birds don’t sing to me like they used to and the sun seldom
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the day that i died
on the day that i diedi woke up invisiblespread my bed and fluffed the pillowwhere i lay my headand my dreams and hopes and fearsall these past years i sat on the ledgeand looked out over the sleeping cityand there was nary a star in the skythe moon was in hidingthe air had the taste
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protect me from what i want
the very thing i clamour fori recoil at the first sight ofand run awaylike a wounded, whimpering dogi always licked it from knivesand crumbs off the floorprotect mefrom what i wantif you handed it to methen i wouldn’t know what to dowith iti would cup it in my handsand cradle itand hold it too tightand
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