| A Night of Coffee and Razors I remember that night we spent drinking coffee And you spoke of razorblades and bats I remember all that you had once told me As 'round the fireplace we sat That night I dreamt of sharp red razors and Wondered why I had let go Of you, your poems, and your smile Your pale face white like fallen snow You told me once and I remember That dreams may fade and disappear But you also said you'd stay, my darling Now you're anywhere but here |
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