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Breath of Logic, With Forearms
It is times like now
that you will look at your forearm, hopefully,
and remember the glitter that was my smile
what was us
who we were together
and how we belonged for a second
to a realm that accepted us
in all ways.
When we merged
we were laughter.
and not tthe haunting guitar strings
that bring us down tonight.
We will never be as one again
And it needs to be heard out loud.
For all to hear, and vibrate my heart with the chimes
of hatred.
So I understand,
so I get it,
so I fumble...
Cannot keep the distance
Cannot spare the emotion.
Somehow, I can't supress the fear,
that I will never love again.
My moth turned butterfly
My breathe of logic.
