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By Ben Christo
Don't talk it up, Don't play it down, Describe the moment when the lights went out. Pronounce the feeling, Describe the sound, But just be sure - it's over now.
I've got to leave this time, it's the scene of a crime, Never been one to read the signs. Because the face of Truth is too sheer to climb, And it's too late to believe in.
I can't just walk away - Every step leads back to you. But what else can I say, When there's nothing left but...?
Now waking-up is breaking down, The very fabric of life worn-out. Vilified, Cast in doubt, The vibrant colours she disavowed.
I can't walk away...
4:16 PM
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