we're not sentimental,
we're just oil filled machines,
trying not to say the things we mean.
we carry them inside us so noone can see.
they hold us down like anchors,
and they drown us out at sea.
I don't believe everything you know about me is gone forever.
I won't forget the days we spent that dark December.
haunt me, love and sweet melodies.
if only, if only.

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