the past is truly a place
I live there everyday
tracing lines, re-playing steps
keeping me alive.
until the last resilient hope
is frozen deep inside my bones
and this broken fate has claimed me
and my memories for it's own.
Your name is pounding through my veins
Can't you hear how it is sung?
and I can taste you in my mouth
before the words escape my lungs
and I'll whisper only once....
There is a secret that we keep!
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