I am coming.
I'll be the sand in your eyes
And I'll kiss you goodnight,
but not without cunning.
Dear You,
I am coming.
Deaf to the chilling cries
of my loneliness and your despise,
but only because I am drowning.
Dear You,
I am coming
with a bag of lies
and a cheap suicide,
but you'll never see me waning.
I will hurry.
I will take you with me.
As you gasp, it will be to thank me.
Dear You,
I came.
But I changed my mind.
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