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only if you would

if only you could.
if only you could.
//
if only you would.

it's dark and occupied inside
bars and wars overlapping
both fighting in accordance
to the still and tense body

still, it is outside
shaking, it is inside
calm, it is outside
mad, it is inside

you, breathing corpse
featured with bloodshot eyes
those pale cheeks and lips
can be seen despite the vibrant colors

/rip it off, rip it off/

there you lie unconscious
in the quiet day and night
this weak form won't budge
though trying with all your might

/waking up, waking up/

inhale that different stillness
oh the stillness of water
the firmness of a rock
through it all stay still, my soul

if only you would.
if only you would.
//
only if you would.

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