that was inside
it may be gone,
it may just hide-
when things get rocky
and change again
i run out of words
i don’t understand
well gosh,
the pain
it comes and goes
It’s smells like smoke
and raindrop rose
it makes me think
of all the things
i guess i said
and didn’t mean
and seeing you,
it feels like rain
i don’t quite know
just what to say
i smile,
and i nod my head
and try again
to wake the dead
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