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Find competance in the smaller things,
Experience the subtleties transformation brings,
Never forget what you took and what you gave,
Nothing can alter the decisions made,
Breathe life into me once more,
Rising tides pin ambience to the floor,
The dress you wore has now grown cold,
On the edge of the bed, captivation holds,
The thinker never sees what the blind man thought,
Days of old, content with wrought.
Bleed me an ocean , to drown out the sky,
Take me down again , to let me writhe.
Dancing colours make an applicable show,
Placed behind curtains, the knife never knows,
And who are you to sear through me,
When the fine point comes in the fold of three,
Experience the subtleties transformation brings,
Never forget what you took and what you gave,
Nothing can alter the decisions made,
Breathe life into me once more,
Rising tides pin ambience to the floor,
The dress you wore has now grown cold,
On the edge of the bed, captivation holds,
The thinker never sees what the blind man thought,
Days of old, content with wrought.
Bleed me an ocean , to drown out the sky,
Take me down again , to let me writhe.
Dancing colours make an applicable show,
Placed behind curtains, the knife never knows,
And who are you to sear through me,
When the fine point comes in the fold of three,