| Avalanche
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| In the blink of a year
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| Tidal wave of debris
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| Unrelenting and free
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| On my heels and I fear
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| Time
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| Like an arrow in my chest
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| Sent across salty air
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| As a child I didn’t care
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| Now I bleed like the rest
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| But there’s art
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| In that wave of debris
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| Most eyes would see a mess
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| But good things coalesce
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| When naysayers can see
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| So I’ll stand
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| And face that liquefied hell
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| What I fear now the most is the specter, the ghost of my past
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| It hurts still
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| Avalanche
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| An emergency
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| Has the chance to emerge
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| Of a seed on the verge of becoming a tree
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| Time
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| Like an arrow in my chest
|
| Sent across salty air
|
| As a child didn’t care
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| Now I bleed like the rest
|
| Avalanche
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| An emergency
|
| Most eyes would see a mess
|
| But good things coalesce
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| When naysayers can see |