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It seems like only yesterday They called to say you were gone I couldn’t think of a thing to say I thought it was a con I watched mom faint And heard dad cry out You weren’t a saint,
Blood I can smell it on your sheets. I can see it in your eyes, I hear it in your voice. I know that I've lost you I can tell
Relief. That sharp sting lasts a second. The vein inflates. A hum of anticipation. The cello winds through the body, seeping through the eyelids and turning an eye blind. The piano means no harm.