"This year is gonna be different..."
to graze the flesh of another
and accompany them through
the shimmering gates and peering eyes
access denied
the virulent glare of rejection
mysterious dancers
fantasic motions
can you tell me
what it feels like to hold a heart in your arms
coupled with the symphony of winter's night
i have never administered heartache
only received the pain
i apologize for my interruption
i'll return to my isolation
on the wall where flowers wither and die
but why does everyone dress in such formal attire
for the execution
"...maybe next year" |
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