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Sometimes, I let my pencil draw with my hands
keeping my eyelids open
but my eyes closed.
Sometimes, I let the road walk on my feet
keeping my hands in my pockets
and my head in the sky.
And during those times,
I see your name on my paper
and your eyes in the stars.
I've killed you a thousand times
For your wanting, your needing
Your selfish crimes

Play me a tune,
Pick a key that transcends time
With a beat that will tear the stitching
Connecting your heart to mine

I never doubted, from the moment of bloom
That my time with you would bring us anything
Short of matching keys to a padded room

You are the darkness and I am the light-
What a cruel joke the Master played
To have given us equal might

You push and I'll pull
Eventually we will get it right...
For the one thousand and first time
Your blood will be mine tonight!
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