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If I could drown in it, I would.
A brittle mind, wrought cold in time, becomes supple
And reaches to the sky.

Mine too is a field of flowers,
But the path is perilous. Missteps abound...
Your touch, though inadvertent and so far away, provides light.
A moment of clarity, then falls the night.

Am I anything to you?
May you see the depth within
Your steps are set when you just begin

Lesser twilight. Contrasted white.
Eclipsed by darkness
Emerged in light

Can you see the pattern? Or are you just like them?
The essence of your song, the liquor of inspiration -
Does it flow from deep within, or are the chords quick to play.
Many have attained the sound of the many.

I have thought that I could feel you, hear you, taste your fears
But the chest which one pulsed life now lies cold.
Empathy swallowed in apathy.

Am I anything before you?
Many pursue, you must evade.
Your future is new, but the price not paid.

Lesser twilight. Contrasted white.
Eclipsed by darkness
Emerged in light

Can you see the pattern?
The light would embrace you.
Make me live.
Can you see the pattern?

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