to , forever
a cold window, death will not forgo
crawling out skinny and slow
cut me loose to fall below
these hearts are strings we drag along
i wore my soul upon my song
a sound you've heard for so so long
twisting whiles have all proved wrong
these fools whose secrets now become
a picture hangs and starts to hum
the slow beginning to the end to come
threw our love among the sum
these crows that feed on you and i
stepping out to catch this goodbye
before these sails where we lived wither and die
building a fortress as our reply
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