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Time Bomb


The windowed peak,

we all climb just to reach,

above where the people stare,

above the icy mountain,

every glance is defrosted,

the sugar taste of dreams,

the loudness of a mind stomped out,

an electric fuse to brighten your thoughts,

and a stage with only you, in a separate room,

another stage, another life, through an open door,

we reattach, you've been seen and remembered,

remember me.

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