i become alittle less flesh, a little more stone
everytime u go away
its a little more less
like comming home
we both fear the waves
the rough angry seas
u want to drift away
i want to hold on!
everytime u go away
there is a still uneasy silence, no calm
we expertly offer wounds
but cant offer balm
but everytime u go away
what i fear the most
is the yet again, easy acceptances
of our resigned silences.
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