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This is mine.

And yours truly.

My life is ruled

And yet unruly

This tale is told

And yet not true

Until I find

the truth with you.

These broken lines cannot confine

The flow of lies which you cannot hide

And you cannot be what you want to be

For I can see the truth has broken thee

Crawl into a cold cold space

The hole where your heart should be

And stay there forever, and yet once more

Forget about me so easily

I am here.

And yet I am gone.

The sun sets

On this winter sonne

And the sky is grey

And there is no day

Where I cannot remember

The winters of yours

I am the match to your candle

At once

Flare into life

And then die down

As you crush me

This getting too much.

Then how about a touch.

As the moons come flooding back

And the years melt into gold

Or so me

A blind lover

Is told.