and i have nothing to say
the thousand strands of each day before
have become tangled in my dreams
are twisting in their decay
and the mold of memory is tying them together
turning them upside down
i have nothing to say
because maybe it has been said before
perhaps you cried or it could have been me
but all i know is this
i've got nothing to say.
just.
please-
don't walk away.
again.
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