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The Cord
If the road disappeared behind you
Would you find your way back to me?
Because with each inch
You move away from me
I fade a little
Like a light bulb that dims
In a thousand stages
Instead of the stereotypical three
But I never dull completely
Because life offers no mercy
I suppose that when you get
To where you're going
I'll be like the moon
Which only shines
Because it reflects the earth
That gets its light from the sun
But my third hand gleam
Is stronger than your cruelty
And new sources of light
Will gather around me
Because my darkened beauty
Will attract them
Like opposing magnetic poles
And I'll cut our dysfunctional cord
Forever
