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A breath of cinnamon windBr
blows through a vacuum, cold and stale,Br
will you stay?Br
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So hard to hope, easy to leave,Br
scolding acid rains every timeBr
those feelings are
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An epiphany strikesBr
through the wounded heart of yesterday;Br
was so warm and kindlyBr
now so cold and
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A thousand regrets?Br
Bitten back words? and Br
half-formed gestures?Br
Are these what I have to look forward to?Br
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So busy fearing I will be left,Br
forgetting how to liveBr
will you leave now too, now you know why?Br
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