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refuge
03:53
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fashioned your ghost
with my breath
the winter air
the perfect punishment
tried to tell you my regrets
were poisoning my head
but before i could, you left
sought some refuge
in my bed
where your pillow
lay beneath my head
& although it didn’t
hold your scent
i don’t know
it just helped
to keep me warm
found a letter in the drawer
i couldn’t tell if it
was even yours
spent a minute
on each word
& did my best
to get every
cadence right
& it hasn’t sunk in yet
kept all my receipts
in case you want
to take me back
but for now
i’ll keep my head
to the ground
& i’ll count each second
i’m awake
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a new grave
03:16
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i saw you in the cemetery
picking up the flowers you dropped
in the wrong place
you got out your spade
& started digging a new grave
right beside his
where you’ve already lived
ever since the funeral
& i’d never seen
your face so serene
not at least since the day
you met him
i remember how
it felt in those first months
just kicking ‘round a crow's nest
& yet somehow i forget the years
in between then & now
no, it’s the little things
that’ll make your heart sing
on the off-chance you calm your mind
like his out-of-key voice
& the nightmare-noise he’d wake with
& you’d hush right back to sleep
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i know
03:36
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when i was younger i
thought everyone was right
with no reason to fight
i let it pass me by
i know there’s nothing left
but i just can’t
help but keep looking
i know to be patient
but i can’t go on
longer waiting
& i never knew what to say
until it was too late
& when i wasn’t in the way
i wasn’t there at all
i know there’s more to this
but i’m just too
tired to look for it
i know the match is lit
but i just can’t
keep my eyes open
i know there’s nothing left
but i just can’t
help but keep looking
i know there’s more to this
but i’m just too
tired to look for it
i know nothing
i keep looking
i know there’s more
i’m so tired
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undone
03:53
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i’m running out of time
to step back in line
do i want to fade or fall?
i can’t decide
another face to sell
another wishing well
the cast has stiffened now
i pray to un-renounce
but when the camera is
in my eyes it’s just
not the same something fills
up the frame & it tilts
to get out of the way
a rectangle of grey
is now all that awaits
oh i could be your sling
or a false-knotted string
pull the ends i’ll be sure
to come undone clean
find me on the floor
in fragments by the door
try to assemble me
i’m too far gone to restore
hanging in by a thread
from the ceiling fan
i circle my bed
tombstone at the head
it sinks in the mud
i’m not strong enough
so you pull me up
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cathedrals
03:53
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you’re waiting for the big relief
that day you’ll get to drop everything
& get on with it
& though you might be jaded
you’ll finally have the freedom
& the clarity you’ve earned
but even catharsis loses its
flame in time
so before it dies take a picture
of the light
you see it just the way it is
you either have to get lost
in a new world or give up
you never asked to be here
she didn’t know what to say
when you finally made your choice
well even cathedrals lose their
glow in time
so before it crumbles make a note
of its shine
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