Remember when we were dancing in December time?
Ghostlike figures peppering the cool hillside.
Entangled in a lattice of scarves and snowdrops we shuffled on by
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Happiness has that grasp on us,
A heated ember rain.
Happiness is that mask on me
That cloaks my heart's black stain.
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This invisible man
so torn and strewn
yearns for life with
death too soon.
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Lonely plains with banks bound
The river aches but flows regardless.
Trees they creak but sway so gentle
shade my thoughts from roaming.
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Throw down the ladders from above
They will be sending help, for sure.
Try another thousand times
To look up.
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A gentle man, well, that is what I used to be.
Like melted wax I need re-shaping.
My broken bones, a maze of splintered memories.
What have you done? Look what you've created.
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Welcome to the House Of Dreams
where thoughts are free to bloom.
Step inside this humble abode,
please mind the spinning room.
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Six thousand keys, just one lock.
A story in mind with no one to listen.
Fools enslaved by time and space
below and above the stars that glisten.
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Look at yourself now boy
where is your sense of direction?
Embrace the reflection that seeps
from the lake.
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I feared you had already given up but
while we are together for the last time
this is the only chance we will get
so match your breath with mine.
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