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I cut my pain with the ghost of a knife |
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In silence |
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And nothing drained from my veins to the carpet |
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Drops on the glass, I have nowhere to go today |
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And the umbrella in miles of dust in the hallway |
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Reading a book from the shelf (in miles of dust) |
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From day until night |
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Pale, glowing candles in a line like angels |
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I read aloud the words that were whispered in my ear |
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By the wind that rattles the windowpanes |
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Words cannot express_ |
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Nor shudders |
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A phantom blade in the gathering shade |
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A breeze in the hallway |
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Tomorrow it may rain again |
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I will not leave and |
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Nothing will be disturbed |
