where I am, the edge of oblivion
blank, empty stare
you carry it in the palm of your hand
delicate music-maker, this filler of hours
without art, I couldn't imagine living
blank, empty stare,
its simmering anger boiling at the edges
that I see on your face
I know the edge
come back to those who love you,
love
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