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My fingers are wanting
They could stick like daggers and
leave you with the emptiness you already have
I am standing in a room full of
shattered whispers,
bits and pieces of an old life built upon silly flowers
But it is soft,
and beautiful,
and dynamic

I have let you down

I have let the dirty secret out,
let the catalyst take its turn
let you slip away forever

and ever.