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Better Sooner Than Later
The marsh is green tonight
Like your missing eyes
But this color doesn't burn so much
Farewells are for the dying
And the living
Not the dead
But i couldn't say it
Cold hands of the night
Now these burn
These large fingered
Dark
Empty
Burns deeper than living hate
I suppose i'll
Get over you
Soon enough
I suppose
Better sooner
Good supposition
And saying goodbye
An act of contrition
Thank you for sharing