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i can't feel this this 
i can't die 
if you can think of a reason and maybe not believe it 
tell me why you need it 
wasn't what it seems 
did not 
didn't think our faith was 
so small 
we get to move through 

you can't see me as i am 

and i bet it falls too far along 

planets all aligned in seeds of pigment bleeding over me 
in lines across the sky 

time razor 
fold under pressure 
you're taking the measure 

i hope you know that I'm still here 
still empty 
we get to move through 
i need to move it just keeps going 
on empty 
we get to move through

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