Cast out to cold,
My feelings betray integrity with heartbeats
Bring solace, break commandment, breath conscience..
Im running out of bottles, running out of corks.
If I could send it all over, the truth would be told (known)
Its a slow burn, its weaker now
ebbing faster than sunet on pristine ice,
its colder, its twilight.
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