What will it take to sustain affection?
Can we proclaim a resurrection
of feelings gained which were lost?
If only I could be the boss
of my heart, of my choices.
To redeem the sounds of the voiceless
voices that haunt my weary past.
And all this time has gone and passed.
And it passes. And it passes.
Fleeting winds. Dissipating gasses.
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