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Absence
All these beautiful words are choking on the smoke
That I carry in my throat like a pardon letter worthy
And I often have to hurry to keep myself awake
But what often is at stake is why I tend to worry
I'm parting at the seams but still in my departure
And every now and then I slip between the waves
I behave in such a way that may suggest I am forgotten
But in my spacing wastes I know I never am
I feel an empty vessel that's desperate for touch
A toxic thing that tries to sing and chokes upon its tongue
Bathed in lots of green and grey and smelling like the fields
Yielding to the simple fact that I am lost to change
Estranged the girl who was, apparently my reason
Exposed myself to all around just to hang my head
Live alone with just enough to slide along the side
Never weeping, only breathing, frying all the time
Keep the glass to my lips to ward away the barrel
And watch me close and lend a hand when the dark invites me in
Because I'm there now and I'm tilting
Because I'm in dire need of friends.
