As night falls
A fog emerges
And through the fog
A figure lurches
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The forgotten who stand alone
Their bodies bruised and broken
Cold envelops them like a sheet
And chills them to the bone
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Hands hover over imaginary keys
Trembling for what cannot be touched
Locked doors within the mind stay shut
Sealing memories
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A dance made for two
Under the high moon
Two souls join together
As their hearts become one
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In the morning, I awake
The sun’s light beginning to emerge
I am not quite alive
But neither am I dead
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