The pinnacle of realisation
Moving faster and faster
Towards salvation
Of the cruellest kind
I'd written you pretty
I wont apologise for feeling
For being
More than you could handle
Bite my tongue
Speak volumes
Or close my eyes
If you're a force of nature
Then tell me how to feel
Doesn't stop it being real
In my mind
You're already here
But we're
Father away
Than ever
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