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September 2, 2003
moving up through the fog again
and seeing clearly all the waste
not wanting to see the pain
still washing this world
in the colors of hell
one thing I cling to my chest
over my heart and hold tight
is just a dusted promise
for one more time
before we go
love gives way to despair
in the shadow of memory
of the darkness still near
the darkness of the heart
tainting our lives