i see it in your eyes
but we all know
about good intentions
you want to stop
the coming pain
debatably probable
save me from hurt
your words echo my fear
but death threatens
the quietness coming
in the absence of love
pain, peace
hurt, healing
sides of a coin i flip
a gamble i take
do i stop flying
for i may crash?
or do i soar high
this blue-tinged sublime?
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