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<title>prepari - Archive - MayVaneDay Studios</title>
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<b>MayVaneDay Studios (Gopher Edition)</b>
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<p><b>prepari</b></p>
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<p>published: 3-5-2019</p>
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<p> </p>
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<p>tell me a story, midnight hands:<br />
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from whence you came?<br />
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and how did it feel<br />
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when you shattered the sky<br />
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intent on beginning again?</p>
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<p>your decisions I rue<br />
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my judgement is marked false<br />
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and you laugh at me now<br />
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and ignore all my pained calls</p>
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<p>who was I ever, anyway?<br />
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just a sick puppet in the back rows<br />
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while you danced on stage<br />
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an architect to both of our destructions</p>
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<p>so many nights, I lulled myself to sleep with dreams<br />
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of being in a hospital bed, succumbed to the mercy of the knife<br />
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my brain, with thoughts of a better future rife<br />
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and a home near a lake where underneath bubbles teem</p>
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<p>midnight hands, instead of your customary way,<br />
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there's something to you that I need to say.</p>
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<p>the muses pull me to cleave the night<br />
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and leave this world unseen,<br />
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but my work on this coil is not yet complete<br />
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I thus mar my hands unclean</p>
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<p>to disappear, to forget, to bathe in the waters of Lethe<br />
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but not everything in this damn world is as it seems<br />
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five years of construction, undone by a night's drunken folly<br />
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but already I've exhausted my long-deserved sorrys</p>
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<p>for what can you do when you're chained up on stage<br />
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and whipped until the whole ocean's your grave?<br />
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naught left to do but disappear into the foam<br />
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and hope that whatever lingers above deems you worthy to roam</p>
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<p>"Why do you pain me so?"</p>
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<p>you have the gall to take my hand,<br />
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to intertwine your fingers in mine,<br />
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as I sit here alone in my room</p>
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<p>your head on my shoulder,<br />
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your arm against mine,<br />
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as you await my impending doom</p>
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<p>"Did you think, for a second, I'd let you down?<br />
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Take this cloak,<br />
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take my hand,<br />
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lest you fall to the ground.<br />
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I love you; I'll hide you as long as you need.<br />
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It's the least I can do so that we both can succeed."</p>
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<p>I wait with bated breath.</p>
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<p>the wind howls outside<br />
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and I remember- we stepped out into the night,<br />
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armed with the poisons of our fathers<br />
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and the weight of the world on our shoulders</p>
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<p>you don't know who I am.<br />
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but then again, has anybody?</p>
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<p>the frost on the ground,<br />
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crunching underfoot as lamp posts stretch out our shadows<br />
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without a single sound<br />
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resisting the urge to keep our heads low</p>
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<p>not going gentle into that good night,<br />
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always you and I, the dark and the light</p>
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