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A moth in the lamp and a ghost in the hall

That taste to the air like when rain starts to fall

A face from a dream that I faintly recall

That feeling at dawn that’s no feeling at all

Black bird at my window black dog at my door

Black thoughts in the evening you try to ignore

Went by your house the other day

Stopped for a moment then drove away

The flavor of cheapness

The feeling of weakness

Grace like a scalpel

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Desperation and beauty

The feeling that truly

Something is dying

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I had my reasons

And you had your reasons

But no one remembers

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