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I've been digging my days deep
To the bone of their memory lane
The embers that shaped my sleep
And their willing to get me to chain
 
Memory has gotten new teeth
The scars I got are so deep
They look like a fire from myths
But I'm willing in my heart to keep...
 
It seems like i can go to places
Where only the dead can go
All this time i've been looking for traces
Of the dying spark that still glows
 
The storm is too fragile to bear
like a Swiss watch on my hand,
The sun has set now my dear
But the footprints are fresh in the sand...
 
ⒸLeonard Seiti Wednesday Morning 3Am