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does the river run through you
or around what you used to be
left to burden melancholy
as the life drains from your eyes
those devils always struck hard
pitchforks and burning tongues
as memories eat away at you
all the repercussions unfold
are you farther ahead
then from where you started
or just catching up
with the rest of the crowd
believers in sympathy
shadowing our arms to raise
lest we forget our troubled past
from one morning to the next
add up the misconceptions in-between
harvesting old feelings to read
on torn up pages of disbelief
it all just sounds the same
coming through your mouth
no one could ever separate
the truth from your lips
or the lies between your lungs
hiding until your heart
decides to warm up
again

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