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by tan qi en
Your presence is an absence and your absence leaves a mark
To warmer days and brighter smiles your melody does hark
Ethereal touch of paper skin, the chime of bells and stones
Your memory falls on ready ground the seeds within are sown
And from that seed a wild thing grows buried within the soil
Roots pull and grasp at straws, hold to this mortal coil
Still it grows larger, larger
Dark, stifling masses
Obscuring the light of dawn
Blotting out the stars
It does not, cannot, will not die
Eternity stands a welcome sight
Damned release eternal
Pull back from the void
But still the darkness spirals.
We meet in dreams
Unbidden
Secrets buried, hidden.
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