Chemical remains
Of what used to be
Crippled findings
(And [soiled] rain)
Fingers hold
All of you
Close the door
(Or learn the truth)
Keep me close
Push me away
Don’t leave me here
(Wondering what to [say])
Fires burn
From my eyes
Grey and white
(Coarse [black] lines)
Finding myself
Losing you
You can’t find me
(What’s it to [you]?) [not] the truth
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