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when twilight comes quietly as longing to the dark would grieve for you as you might never know wept the tears you wish you’d seen another day when sorrow begged the world from you to differ how it is - a moment passed so easy suspended there a pretense of the truth as cold the silver crevices dust between the names sleep to separate the kisser from the kiss forgiveness from the one who longs to hear forever still the silence seems so loud eternities to pass before we meet breathe aside this mossy veil – that I might understand words to never wet the lips keep us now apart
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