Almost
It rolls down so deep
Envoloping me
Under stars under sheets
You're drowning me
In your love
Almost.
It roars without a sound
Twisting words spinning round
Sometimes blue sometimes red
I'm falling off the edge
Of our love
Almost.
Hands tick on
Though half of me is gone
Only time can erase
It's time to move on
From our love
Almost.
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