When I Hear Your Echo

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When I hear your echo on dark mornings, I think of the half-lives of developments, And how much I wished we never grew old In each other... Because I am so much of you... The saddest crime is not the doing, It's the fading... And how much I never want to fade From you... Because I am so happy here... So I stand hushed, holding my breath... Because we will not crumble in erosion... Because we will not die in trenches... Because I won't let you drag in the gravel...

My condolences dearest and weakest husk of wheat, I never intended change in our weathering. Sometime between here and there, We dropped barrels of ideals, So why now, marinating in reality, Feeling cheated, feeling lost. Lying unconscious in pools of vague confusion. My deepest apologies for your pains, I never intended to fall in love.

Haha, you stupid volatile, How easily pseudo you become in your eyes, Shaking my head, watching myself seep into deep fascination, When do you stop you mutable mutant? When do you start caring how many you torture, And drink up their pain like it's Fruitopia? Slashing innocence and twisting heads, They shed their own blood for you. Hateful Narcissist!

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