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to you (Sonnet) by nolan
In the weakest moment Iâm silent
all the actions based on tomorrow
Iâll refuse to be another client
For the desired playing of sorrow
In the light hanging from the ceiling
I can create metaphors regarding the past
are these the actions based on feeling?
Horror keeps telling me you are not the last
saying bottom of the bottle sits a lonely liquid
where washed up emotions converge and dance
the painful drips fall down my spine like acid
come, just one more,damaged life to prance
all the feelings come to an end
to realize you lost a friend
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