~A Child At Dusk~
"..It's haste, that's caught in the way, of you holding lies,
And no son can make, with cups and twine - your fever less a day.."
"Paid, we paid for today - to make it go away..
And you'll be just fine with sawdust and wine.
Broke shelters for another child - in a while..."
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There's only so much one can do, in a room alone,
with a darkness that whispers, then embraces.
It's keeping you warm: in your heart of hearts,
where the blood inside is just as hot as it is dark;
it's keeping you warm and it's raining outside.
And you're waiting to just go home;
when you're waiting to just go home.
( _")
"..It's haste, that's caught in the way, of you holding lies,
And no son can make, with cups and twine - your fever less a day.."
"Paid, we paid for today - to make it go away..
And you'll be just fine with sawdust and wine.
Broke shelters for another child - in a while..."
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There's only so much one can do, in a room alone,
with a darkness that whispers, then embraces.
It's keeping you warm: in your heart of hearts,
where the blood inside is just as hot as it is dark;
it's keeping you warm and it's raining outside.
And you're waiting to just go home;
when you're waiting to just go home.
( _")
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