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10 Second Heal
We
watched as strands disappeared
stared as fingernails seemed mirrored
We
choked on words
grasped at birds
flying away with her soul
We
reached to grab hold
of the death crow, cold
She
eyes opened searching for us
arms reaching
the efforts of her actions disastrous
She
tried to swim, fly
didn't know it would make us cry
Today
we'll ask again, why
We
struggled with her memory
clawed and scratched towards chivalry
We
jumped down to brave the sea
panicked until we found the accessory
laughing with her mind
We
couldn't see it unless
she let go of reason for caress
She
eyes opened searching for us
arms reaching
the efforts of her actions disastrous
She
tried to swim, fly
didn't know it would make us cry
Today
we'll ask again, why
We
pulled and dragged
We
dredged the gasping sea
combed the blue-green mean
screaming for her heart
We
ran to catch it
from the death that held it
She
eyes pleading for us
arms reaching
the effects of her actions disastrous
She
chose the wrong canal
all for the fancy decal
Today
we'll go to her, to heal her
we'll find the missing lure
Today
she'll no longer be a drifter
and she'll start out a little drier
watched as strands disappeared
stared as fingernails seemed mirrored
We
choked on words
grasped at birds
flying away with her soul
We
reached to grab hold
of the death crow, cold
She
eyes opened searching for us
arms reaching
the efforts of her actions disastrous
She
tried to swim, fly
didn't know it would make us cry
Today
we'll ask again, why
We
struggled with her memory
clawed and scratched towards chivalry
We
jumped down to brave the sea
panicked until we found the accessory
laughing with her mind
We
couldn't see it unless
she let go of reason for caress
She
eyes opened searching for us
arms reaching
the efforts of her actions disastrous
She
tried to swim, fly
didn't know it would make us cry
Today
we'll ask again, why
We
pulled and dragged
We
dredged the gasping sea
combed the blue-green mean
screaming for her heart
We
ran to catch it
from the death that held it
She
eyes pleading for us
arms reaching
the effects of her actions disastrous
She
chose the wrong canal
all for the fancy decal
Today
we'll go to her, to heal her
we'll find the missing lure
Today
she'll no longer be a drifter
and she'll start out a little drier
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