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Ivy roots taking hold
Of the dirt inside
I know where I have to go
Leave the cold
Lost in light
What if I would stay and
Inhale the glowing clouds of coal
Paralyzed paper skin
Fading haze inside
I gaze as I'm spiraling down
And disappear
Lost in light
What if I would stay and
Inhale the glowing clouds of coal
Drowned in light
What if I could stay and
Exhale the pale bleak clouds of chalk
Lost in light
I will stay
Glowing clouds
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