I trudge through the memories
such a big catastrophe
trapped inside a stained glass window
I see your true colors
your act only works on an audience
let the snow fall down
and cover my tracks
erase my imprints
from the back of your mind
your face turns white
like the caps of my waves
clouds rolling in
your words swivel by
the sun has been blocked
falling into eternal darkness
blow out the candles
and inhale the smoke
drowned in my ocean
sand washing from the beach
filling, replacing the holes in my heart
where you once stood


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