hearts ago I was a mountain
my summit so far up in the clouds
nobody would dare climb it
in fact covering an equally deep abyss
so nobody would see how empty I felt
a sigh from now I'll be an ocean
On the train back to the old place unsure if any memory is left there Surely there must be an old cigarette burn hissing embers fusing ...
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