Encore

by Liam   Feb 24, 2006


Played again in flighting streaks
twisted light speckled with kin.
Laced with silken remorse
of phantoms who reside within.
When I no longer see you real,
when all my light has gone,
if I call on you, answer me.
Make warmer the company
of nights alone
and kill the pain
again, again, again

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