Your whispers call like angels screaming, and everytime you cry an angel dies.
I've held out my hands to touch your face, but hung my head to low and choked upon my own breath.
I feel you, you breathing, I still feel you.
You've pulled the nails from your hands, cast me out to sea, and I said my goodbye at the water's edge.
But I still remember the color of your eyes.
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