With the color in your eyes ablaze
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Sleeping but awake
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Desperately, you're searching for remains
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To feed that part of you
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Crawling and scratching
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Sifting through ashes
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Your fingers are blistered
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Right down to the filter
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The blistering that carved that shape in you all night
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With your chin down to your chest
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Speech drooling out in a mesh
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Of baritone slurs, incomprehensible, unaware of what you mean
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Of baritone slurs, incomprehensible, unaware of how you seem
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Your eyes were just blatant hints at your elevation
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Allowing the two of you, completion
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Singe your throat when the door is open
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Beneath the smoke that I can see that,
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I can see that you have come alive again
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The Smoking Pose
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| The Honorary Title |
