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[slaughterhouse5]

freeze the time it takes to long
face the mist beyond the pain
coming forward nowhere left to retreat
upon the ground you're head over feet
the taste of longing sour and dry
a storm blows through to change your tune
ruffling the feathers of my own doom
briskly tossed away from me
no words come forth to bring you back
comfort lost
my head droops down
have you thrown it all away
one last kiss and you may stay