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| Here comes the searing sun Strange like the moment I learned to sleep I am learning to smile again I gather myself in a subtle breath And surrender my skin to God I give back to the moon That used to follow me home at night And whisper incriminating dreams in my sleep I give back to the winter air that moved through me Reminding me that I was still alive enough to shiver I heard someone's lips pressed against the telephone today Speaking like someone's love song on the radio Gathering my skin for the wind I know the stars were taken by the sky In shades of indigo and magenta I brought this knife with me to remember Because I know in the morning it will be gone |