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Farewell
I want that cold morning again
A tired breath
I kept and when
That body left its print here
Just a memory from this time
Last year
We spoke a similar language
For physical conversation
Another one
Of your broken men
The touch of that salty tongue
Opened up my wound
Please don't wake up there
You took me back far too soon
Forgive me please
I know not what I do
But there are times when
She'll always look like you
That body left its print here
That body left its print here
I've been planting your flowers
And painting your nails red
Talking to friends and family
With all the empty things
They've said
What we had in the evening
When I touch your cold skin
They want to know who you
Write to
With that sadly placed pen
Another one of your broken men