Your face is stained beneath my eyelids
Your touch
Locked away in a memory box
Inside my head
Your cold white hands
Trace the seconds slow
Embrace me
So these stains will show
I watched you turn your head away
I watched your colors drain from the walls
Then watched them fall
Revealing a stone cold world that left me color blind
I formed my words
Crafted them with time
Come back to me
So I can breathe with ease
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