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He guaranteed
That he’d be there, be supportive
Try to be the person they both wanted
The hardest thing
Take a drink and take the silence
Try not to fall
As the vacuum starts to call

Turn on lights
At last he knew so little
Someone else must remember how it was
Nothing less than nothing
That’s what matters
Look around
This is all that he has owned

Bright visions
Came to haunt him
Of a world
That should and could have all been his
A world of intellect
And sensibility
Now lay in his mind
Forever drenched in disbelief
And laid to rest

Broke three bones of his fist against the wall
Mouth twitches into a series of new shapes
Still the same
Still the cornerstone inside
From to time to time
He wishes things would slow down

And this night you’ve thrown away
Is so cold
One more light to lead the way
In circles

In the middle of throwing down the arms
You inhaled an ending to the story
In bad taste you salivate for silence
And choke a new first line

You count the grains of sand
I’ll drive nails through my feet and my hands
You be the storyboard
I’ll be the under explored

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