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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