were you caught
in the firestorm of a million
conversations
or lost
in a dying
admission
because just one thing I can show
and that is I am here
without you
alone
perhaps
just as it
should be
but in our graveyard of
convictions
one last night
of fading
ambition
your promise on the end of my
fingertips
and it falls
it falls
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