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Presence
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Old Look inside this glass
And you will find.
Every picture that slept in my circular mind.
Step into
Worlds of green.
These skies are red
And so are you.
A walking euphemism for the dead.
The ashes of a sentence never said.
Never spoken... Thoughts lay torn and broken
With the love you fed.
And I keep trying to resolve this
Through a hopeless symmetry.
A pen in hand to revolve this
Synchronized scream in my cemetery.
Lights... Camera... Death...
Inadequately adept.
Paint your presence here.
Succinct syllables left...
Paint your presence here.
Suffering, suffering breath.
Paint your presence here.
Sorrow that into my joy has crept.
Rain your presents here.
Flood... flood...
Silenced blood
Pours through your hand.
Makes passages within your fingers.
Raining on my sullied land.
Quells my dirty ear.
Paint your presence here.
