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Somewhere between the frozen layers |
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sleeps a fragile woman. |
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Waiting for her husband |
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to remove the shards of glass. |
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The sun |
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betrays |
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the light that it once shed. |
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And daughter cuts the hair. |
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I feel the movement of ghosts in the room. |
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It's hard to watch a child pass. |
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It's hard to watch a child pass. |
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She keeps a photograph locked in her mouth. |
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The smell of turpentine drips from the walls. |
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Forgive and forget. Relive and regret. |
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You're not alone. |
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I've seen the dead arise. |
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The ice will someday thaw |
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and she will wait no more. |
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The ice will someday thaw |
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and she will wait no more. |
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You are not alone. |
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The ice will someday thaw |
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and she will wait no more. |
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You are not alone. |
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I've seen the dead arise. |
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I've seen the dead arise. |
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I've seen the dead arise. |
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I feel the movement of ghosts in the room. |
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She keeps a photograph locked in her mouth. |
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The smell of turpentine drips from the walls. |
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Forgive |
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Forget |
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Relive, regret. |
