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what late forgotten nights to emptiness has givenand now november morning will be taken asunderthe shovel stained with dirt in the hours of belongingdug into the undiscovered of a life, a pest, a plaguefalling back into the arms - no neveradmitting to a life alone - noclaiming there are sparks inside - nooutside looking back - noso the lie never stoppedcling to the wave it cried and onward to the nightexpecting not and nothing in the presence of a liethe deeper that it dug the more now had to gosurrender was a fact and the room was decoreated- the lie never stoppedwhat late forgotten nights to emptiness has giventhe strangers may they come in ignorance's disguiseso into the dark walking to leave the last of timeskneedeep in desperation to fill the gap behindboldly thread the night forevernovember thought are right - oh nevertaken from the fall - nofrightened by the key but the trail behind the housefelt compelling and new - the lie never stoppedfound at loss for words, now words aren't enoughsomeone told, a vacancy was opensomeone laughed, the silence here was brokendug up to make roomthe room which you furnaced and gracedthere is no vacancythe least can fill the fountainthe most will flood the mold
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