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Old Wounds
Composed, my dreams embrace, then fade with memories, quite undefined returning nights, upon the shade when clocks are wound, and sun reclines When weariness is not enough to lie alone, to sleep again, the darkest ghosts, upon the cliffs return as if I've begged them in Appearing with unspoken words to pull the quilt from tender bones to race the heart, and pace the halls and magnify what 's come and gone For in the dark, a voice is clear It calls to me, and I can hear where loneliness has been my friend and clearer than I could recall I've pulled apart a scab disturbed as if it were an angry wound and somewhere in the distant world a part of me has never healed By light of day, you are gone I'm still alive, and still alone hovering within the mist, with sunlight slipping down the trees I'll brush my hair, and make the most ignoring ghosts, all through my day Tonight will come, and, still, I hope to welcome sleep, becoming lost ____________________________________________________
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