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Underground


Every breath consumes old habits,

You spoke to me in possibilities,

It’s you who broke me away from sins committed,

Erased the ties that bound me.

 

No longer must I dance for him,

For sorrow of my own,

But in illuminated thought.

 

It’s you who inspires my rhythm,

Pulled me from the crossfire,

Sewn the fault lines that drowned me,

Below the surface of doubt.

 

You seeped into my mind,

Oh what an eerie place to be,

Flipped on the light,

Only to leave me to my judgements.

 

It’s you who has had me forget,

Tugging on the blanket of pity,

Burning down my broken bridges,

You’ve now gone where no one has dared before,

My revival is in your hands,

As you travel the depths of my underground.

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