| I had a dream, which hit like a beam through the seams
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| Slits and in-betweens of the beams I used to intervene the gleam with
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| My whole scene lit quick as it was seen through the thick
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| Gloom molasses my room was like my past was
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| A black cast full of cats with black masks
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| Ask love my sun was pathless my night was moonless
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| Thinking about how bright the room was when the light consumed us
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| Me and my every splinter heavy winter and then she entered
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| Turning seasons a burning beacon she had me centered on her axis
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| Thought there was no access
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| Urn’s full of the ashes from every past actress
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| Crash from the very flash that ashed them
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| Blasting through my window pain Black Widows through the flame
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| Turned brittle burned kindle no riddle to her name
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| She was love invincible simple and plain
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| Holding her gaze set my home a blaze admiring her shoulder blades
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| Her wings of fire how they fly her through out this snowy brain
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| This cold stone I used to ice old memories
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| Like coal for energy burns into the unknown tenderly
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| Only the skeletons remain
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| Turning gelatin in the flame from when I tell them her name
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| Found the felon in a gentleman’s frame she put a torch to it
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| Rebuilt what mattered and then added a porch to it
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| For star gazing with a heart brazen
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| Forces of art facing art through a forest of dark mayhem
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| She is my sun she is my moon
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| She is my every cliché inspired before his bloom
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| Sits a writer in his room sipping fire with a spoon
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| Too soon yet newly crowned no room for cooling down
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| Felt the pressure of Jester no fooling ‘round
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| She is my love unmeasured she knew me now |