Do I love your memory...
Or do I love you?
These strings that hold my heart
are pulled so taunt.
With just a whisper
from your lips, they might
snap.
Your heart is dead to mine now.
Like a frequency mine will never again
be able to pick up.
I feel the part of you
I held in me
drifting off...to sea.
Getting lost in the endless ocean...
Oh how I used to feel found
in your arms...
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