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really too late to start this fire
fear it's just a pretense
wish it wasn't true
just fiction feeling so immense

we tied you to cement blocks
let you sink so slow
my apologies for the aftermath
my apologies for the emptiness that grows

if i sit here silently
drink you in
the world spins a little less
such a beautiful, careless mess

take your time with me
it doesn't help to rush
make the pain softer now
keep our feelings hush

really too cold to know your fire
not just the winter
but a kind of deadened desire
snow in your eyelashes, hair

fixed to the memory
like white on black
too hard to erase
or fulfill what we lack

knowing is a weakness
feeling way too human
start over again
but we can't even play pretend