evidence points the failure in three different directions.
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it makes its pass as my eyes fold from the rejection.
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it's decided and you have suffered for far too long.
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again and again you believed, you believed that I was wrong.
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you are parched of the truth.
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but drown in the water of the truth, the truth that you abused.
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it was one January morning that you realized.
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you lost everything and everything lost its place today.
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nothing ever stays the same.
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memories even change.
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casting distorted images of my face.
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after all.
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after all our backs are to the wall.
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sweet surrender.
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if you stared long enough this picture would begin to clear.
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beyond the blur is the truth that, that you can not seem to bare
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sixteen acts of desperation in parallel to each other.
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a beautiful warmth within this absence you have discovered.
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it was one January morning that you realized.
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you lost everything and everything lost its place today.
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nothing ever stays the same.
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memories even change.
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casting distorted images of my face.
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after all.
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after all our backs are to the wall.
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sweet surrender.
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I remember warmth through sunrise.
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and feeling alive through you.
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speaking a wish now from eyes to sky.
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to remove sight and rely on touch tonight.
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this one last time from eyes to sky . . .
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and we never realized.
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we chase dreams that are in front of our eyes.
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after all.
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after all our backs are to the wall.
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sweet surrender.
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One January Morning
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| Phoenix Mourning |
