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I watch the objects form in cloudy skies

A bat, a pirate ship and then her eyes

So i pound a shot down

Punch

My arm and set up a new round

Till me, myself and i can't concentrate

The clouds conspire to show me what i miss

Hair, her cheeks, her lips puckered up to kiss

Her

The wind blows

Drags her nose
Through her forehead like a horn grows

The omen

Clear but years too late
Nova scotia's so damn cold yeah

I moved here to give her space

Drinking stoli to kill my
There's not enough to lose her face
Memory

She poisoned our hometown
So i moved a half a world away

Where frozen

Winter chokes the color
Leaving black and white and gray

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