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sentimental value by Emily Tonganypart of nothing.less.than.nothing
could be over now
could begin to fall
you could wish to believe me but
i'd rather that you just watch me drown. it's good to know
you listen.
i'm fighting my own
blood and tears
driving down
a highway
to nowhere i belong.
know where i belong? it's not
in your arms
there's no place i'd rather be, so
where am i? i dispair
at clouded vision. my rearview window blurs the lights
behind me and damn i've missed my turn.
my hands tremble at the music.
and i'm falling into the rain
i realize one thing:
black may be the abscence of colour
but grey, i'm finding, is the abscence of life.
you, my dear, are no vague light
through a rearview mirror. no, i see you not
at all. 10/11/2007 Posted on 10/11/2007 Copyright © 2025 Emily Tong
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