The door broke when you slammed it shut,
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and the cracks kept reaching long after you left.
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through the floorboards, branching towards the hall,
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like vines that never rest...
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climbing like fire through the walls.
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a single spark that claims the whole forest -
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I know, I know... it's all for the best.
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but honestly, I would rather be
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safe from a distance than here...
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when I fell to my knees
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to sew the damage shut,
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I couldn't believe...
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a bright, staggering light
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came flooding into me
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from out of the seams.
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so I reached deeper in
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and pulled my whole world wide open,
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and for each broken mile, a billion
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miracles happen at once
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in everything... in everything.
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but I'm safe from a distance, right here.
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everything I love
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was made of porcelain,
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ready to break.
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but the bright, staggering light,
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it anxiously waits inside.
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like nesting dolls, the secret hides.
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and like every birth,
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it was a necessary pain...
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I know, I know...
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it's all worth the wait, worth the weight.
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Porcelain
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Sleeping At Last |