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00:46:26
past the tinker and the tanker
and the murmmers and the tremor
a call from an angel I thought
I could feel my whole core shiver
Like a scribble of screams
You hang like a backdrop
To my surly dreams
And I mourn the ways
That I blockade your path to me
46 minutes and 26 seconds of your sweet utter
has me in enthral
I draw a smile, until I reflect
on the hollow-shell that I project
I guess it hurts less
That it is a mask that you reject
