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She dresses like a flower in summer

Even as she waits for spring

Her voice quells the darkened silence

The sun goes down when she sings

She dances like a friar on Sunday

Monday comes she ain't the same

She cuts herself another memory

To remind her of the shame

And I'm to blame

My demons are attracted to her

& her shadow calls me hence

My demons make the world seem smaller

& blind my every conscious sense

My, my, I can't believe I'm saying

This ain't only your fault

I gave too much of my soul in your hands

Looking back, I'm a pillar of salt

And I call your name

My heart has hardened too much

That it feels it's been turned to stone

When it is exposed to the sun

My tale has a short span in which I don't know if I can trace the source where this shit all began

You don't belong here anymore

Neither do I

Her gaze makes a cat's seem swifter

Than a breath formed from a gasp

Her hands as light as finest feather

It makes them too light to grasp

She walks with the moon in starlight

& her rays are like the sun

She chooses the night time to fight

You don't know where she's coming from

time to run