There's a call
for you in the cracks of fate.
A wish for your life
and its being pulled out
by the claw hammer of reality.
And then, over spring's time
it lessens to a whisper.
On the day that's stilled,
you hear it and weep.
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Tired of the blackness
not for the strangulation of light
Or for the holding back of the end
More for, the hiding
of lies you have yet to say
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