She came out from the shower
Hair like driven rain
Her smile soft and cryptic
Said “we will meet again
Maybe when we’re older
Maybe when reborn”
I wish I could take credit
But I am but a horn
So like a horn I’ll play
I’ll sing her departing song
And maybe if I’m lucky
I’ll be back again ere long
As another passing goes by
And sorrow grips my heart
My hands will quickly clatter
As my imagination starts
So life don’t hide you anguish
Show that bloody face
So I can stare right at it
And draw it up in lace
Peel back those cracking lips
And flash that twisted maw
So people can experience
The things I never saw
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