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sparks of his fire trickle down to me
all i do is save, save, and save
seats, screams and screenshots
i will no longer watch from the shadows
you know it is real, you know it is the thrill
i was at the gallery today and i missed you
i saw sunflowers growing lush and i missed you
i woke up breathing and i missed you
glee is my name, you said and grinned
i am racing towards the final hour
at eleven two times i was to make a wish
the line keeps breaking
you can be the goddess and the prayer
i want to try again.
add a sticky note to the wall of everything i ever said
if i wasn't so drunk, i'd help sift through the pile
the black halo behind my heart is a work of art
we'll heal and drive home at dawn to sleep it off
a step backwards and i can hear it clearly
the radio silence
the second wave announcing my second death,
while i breathe and miss you
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