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A Ballad to No One
Took all I had just to be stable
as fingers pressed into the wood
And I knocked til blood smeared the table
for luck to keep what no one could.
I thought that I could be smarter;
I heard the casing hit the ground.
Goodbyes came without a sound
because absence makes the heart grow harder.
My suffocation lingers
since the cloth covered your face,
grip slipping on besilked fingers
but only frayed fibers left a trace
Of what could have been
of what we should have known;
we let our demons in
and now they're right at home.
And though I beg and scream and barter,
truth is I've nothing left to trade.
So put that smile out on parade,
absence makes
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Literature
A Ballad to No One
Took all I had just to be stable
as fingers pressed into the wood
And I knocked til blood smeared the table
for luck to keep what no one could.
I thought that I could be smarter;
I heard the casing hit the ground.
Goodbyes came without a sound
because absence makes the heart grow harder.
My suffocation lingers
since the cloth covered your face,
grip slipping on besilked fingers
but only frayed fibers left a trace
Of what could have been
of what we should have known;
we let our demons in
and now they're right at home.
And though I beg and scream and barter,
truth is I've nothing left to trade.
So put that smile out on parade,
absence makes
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Literature
A Ballad to No One
Took all I had just to be stable
as fingers pressed into the wood
And I knocked til blood smeared the table
for luck to keep what no one could.
I thought that I could be smarter;
I heard the casing hit the ground.
Goodbyes came without a sound
because absence makes the heart grow harder.
My suffocation lingers
since the cloth covered your face,
grip slipping on besilked fingers
but only frayed fibers left a trace
Of what could have been
of what we should have known;
we let our demons in
and now they're right at home.
And though I beg and scream and barter,
truth is I've nothing left to trade.
So put that smile out on parade,
absence makes
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