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The year was twenty o four You were asking me for something Asking for peace Asking me for love Or possibly self The sky was warm And the moon had an unbelievable stench You could taste It but could never decipher the ingredients Ingredients Ingredients I don't smoke Or should I say didn't smoke As you picked at me and Laughed at me For being so complex but simple Now simple yet complex, yet I wore glasses and could Barely see my destination Your smile was like a suns gaze Before allowing the night To take over and cast wicked Spells upon many dreams If only I stayed still long enough Leak often? Well, not as much as I would like Replies, angelically Her cries for affection and Nothing more Compels me I've felt this feeling when I was five and then seven Nine and then eleven From now until infinity It weakens me Fixated on cherry blossoms and Honey nut waistlines What has become of me Was it always me? Did I suppress what now only Can regret Because I didn't live a life For filling these steps Alone is best but Yet I crept out on myself and Found a life during a hit and run A situation that can only be Explained as an accident As the emergency rung Although I lie injured I couldn't be more happier knowing she survived the crash And could flee the scene On my own I weep But only by self am I relieved of The torment Of not knowing the, I know And where now If knew how Do I find fair ground To clean my wounds If death has not ask for me again Has it ask of me again The sweet sounds of nothing Haunt me They haunt me for I am full Of sound Full of light that darkness Must reply To such matter For life matters If life is matter