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Fear

Their love is cold and it’s here to stay So I sit milking dust and licking shade Mood tide rippled fast, it’s so cheap to say So I speak like God’s a mile away Cause you never want to And you can’t accept this That my love is, my love is fear


My speech is cold, words fly and die So I sit weeping light but never sigh Plucking thoughts, whipping fists, it’s so cheap to try So I salute, use the moon, and pretend to cry Cause you never want it And you never trust it That my love is, my love is fear


Her love is bold, it revelates my realm So I sit, standing quick, till she cuts the film Black, white, contrast bright, treat these eyes as blind Let the wind flip the bleach when I’m far behind fear

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