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sometimes the best medicine is time
sometimes the worst illness is time gone by
I stand in the shadows of the moon lite night and I know you see this too
the sky is so cold tonight in the middle of July
the moon reflects of Autumn yet is "Summertime Rolls"
the paleness of your skin
the smells
the touch
all of these things haunt me to this day
some days I know it is your fault
some days I only have myself to blame
this is how the Summer died
This is the Winter I have known
How is this journey to be replaced?
the shadows of the empire
of the lie I once knew
the mirror of the movements
reflecting the instant dislodge
this has to be the worse feeling in the world
letting go of the flesh
yet holding on to the pain
I am not sure if I ever want to lose this
because this pain is the only thing left of you
I do not think you realize what this meant to me
and I never will realize it as well
Today I stand on the edge of a building
I always have known I could fly
it is so beautiful from up here
and it is the last thing before I die
there has to be a meaningless intervention
and new wave technology
till the tired fulfilled
it is always
wait and see

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