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An echo, a sign a myth escaping from here.
So shallow, the embrace you place so cleverly near.
If I where to stand on my own two feet, what would you think of me. Would you wait for me, would you wait on me?
Weighted thoughts and signification of undesired lust in the vast majority of resemblance.
Yet my mind wonders to the days you still wore me as an embelem.
Still you stand so close and yet so far a distance.
& I hear from you, but you won’t allow a witness.
Travel to your times where your held me in a pedestal.
Even after I told you what my past had held.
Knocking down those walls won’t be the hard part.
We’ll be done with it before we even start.