Holding your hand until you say a prayer,
I look for you among a thousand faces
Longing for you from a Distant Galaxy
I look at the Stars, but your soul is not there.
The sky is high, the cold chills my bones,
your eyes are dead mirrors in which my face reflects,
holding your absence, while I try to fire matches against it
makes my body bruise, and feel a
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