Conscious, but still not entirely awake
I've heard stories of this stage
That I'm slightly symmetrical to,

Your skin is smooth and light
But never ever comforts me like your eyes do.


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Free me lingering girl,
Before I'm swallowed by a reason to stay.

I've been still for sometime now,
The least you could do is make up a goodbye.


Frightened but still not entirely afraid.
I kiss the hand of divorce,
Seizing nothing but cancer,

Cancer on the lips,
Moving into the light.


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Conscious but still letting this pursue us,

Nothing left to offer,
Just shrieks and weeps,
For our own bitter end.


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