| Halfway Spoken Heart That Feels Comfort In Everything Until It Dissapears And Then It's Gone
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Hoping that the warmth of snow
Will bring some comfort with its gray
False light will glow from the lamp
I will shade to hide the glare from your pale face
Until it disappears and then it's gone.
Sit so quiet
Breathe so softly
Waiting for all the walls to creak
So you can finally let out a sigh
A breath that will illuminate the cell
And all of its shapes inside
The cold air
The cold air.
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