All the words that are forced through my heart
Come out in micro mintue peices, ground into dust
Dust that can be formed and clay baked
Oh be still past memories
You are in the past in a foriegn launguage
I do not understand
If only I had a rosetta stone
What are you feeling?
The wind isn't a sealed envelope
The message comes broken and undeciphered
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