In my bones, they feel it
These bones are so restless
Shuttering in and delving out
Anger in crimson shoving doubt
Like paper planes the window fly
Light and airy oh moody my
Holding onto my rock rightly
With both hands straining tightly
In my eyes, they can’t see it
These eyes stare forever
Up and down sewn all around
His face in front of me
Her face behind what I see
The picture of red shoes from him
Now haunt and covet by whim
The damned shadows past follow
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