Just where were you hiding? Were you off deciding, in yourself confiding, how youll go out fighting?
Like syanide, it's just not fair, rose petals in the winter air. I promised i would meet you there, but all i could do was stop and stare.
If i thought that i could find, a place that leaves you feeling blind, we could take the closest thoroughfare, catch the world up in a snare.
Maybe we could be the first, to be there when stars burst.
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