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Our love relapsing in grayscale, we can watch the colors run, seeping out through opened veins, giving substance to this pain.
Bloodletting shame, what's left when everything else drains away?
Our bodies are funeral pyres, deathbeds for all of our tomorrows. Helpless, we gasp, for our final breaths, before we move past our former selves.
Show me where to find the words to paint a portrait of this weight. Love letters inked in black and gray, (like) an ache that never dissipates.
Even still, within our heartbeat so faint, an echo pierces and drains. A canvas stained in what remains, leaving us hollow.
What can you say of fear and failure? What can you say of fracture and grief? What can you say of a hollowness made whole through misery?
And our bodies are funeral pyres, numb to the touch, yet burning in withdrawal. Our love relapsing through opened veins, bloodletting shame, a canvas stained in what remains.
Show me where to find the words to paint a portrait of this weight. Love letters inked in black and gray, (like) an ache that never dissipates.
Our love relapsing in grayscale, we can watch the colors run.
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