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and i still dream in colour even though i sing the blues
don't misunderstand.
he hasn't left me.
i don't think he will.
but i'm terrified.
i'm bewildered and frightened out of my mind.
i cry until my eyes hurt
and then i write a love song.
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your face is faded but lingers on because light strikes a deal with each coming night
in maritime tradition
i should be writing about how lonesome i am.
about how tired my eyes feel
from staring anywhere for any length of time
in a space that does not reveal him.
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