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in the air - faded memories calling
I feel them breathing against my skin
my sin exposed

painted upon a weathered canvas - us
who we were the night before
hear the larks singing my love

here lies innocence
     no more


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nighttime sounds: an owl in a tree,
wind rustling the remaining leaves
gnarly branches,
black against the moon

the sweetest dreams,
taking residence in my heart

you & I
an impossible possibility
the sheets will not reveal my secrets

In silence

never would there evermore
a song upon a breeze
for music has forsaken us
went lost among the trees

now darkness has surrounded us
and vanquished all the light
in silence now we just await
the visitor in the night