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Something here is missing
It's the absence of some proof
That the chaos circling
Isn't all that's left of you
There's a gust of warm wind
It reminds me of that day
Running through the hot sand
Into ocean water spray
Something on the corner
beckoned me to turn around
And before I knew it
I threw two whole bottles down
Running through this city
Like a proper drunk
In the warmth of pity
I surrendered and sunk
In that place I think about
The mark you left on me
Well it's nothing more than a good reason
To seek some peace
In whatever meager circumstance I wake up in
I forgive my body, I absolve it of all sin
In whatever…
In whatever..

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