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towards reconstitution
i wish i had the godlike ability
to wipe away your every tear
childlike resiliency to dispense
and relinquish your every fear
it’s true that things closest to
our hearts are hardest to say
and it often seems it’s silence
not words that get in the way
better days seem far behind
sometimes beyond our grasp
and nights we cannot rewind
so we long for memory’s lapse
so let it collapse and perhaps
we’ll burn those bridges down
swim in this night’s currents
and i’ll meet you on the ground
