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I’m dying, dying…
your bitter stare,
your cold touch,
all but a lucid truth.

Could you break my fall?
Or would you walk away with
that indifferent smile I know so well?

I’m dying, dying…
your insolence,
your burning hate,
all but a knife on my chest.

Could you break my fall?
Or would you leave me here
still wondering why I fell for you?

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