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in a way
its only the things i fear
that keep me here

the days that go by
are just that
gone by

what did you do with them
my bright star?
did you eat your fill?

the sun is coming up
in my bones
and i can feel the day

closer than twins in the womb
we are galvanised
in this sad place

the misery is the comfort
of saints
when i prefer less pointless passions

in the end
its just ourselves we fear
when we get too near.

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