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The cold ceramic feels etched into my back I look up and see grey, look left and see white. Got dizzy from standing. Got dizzy from life. I can’t help but feel I missed my chance. I can’t help but feel it ain’t coming back. I remember when it was easy to ask why Even easier to ask why not But I don’t get up much these days. I can’t help but feel I missed my chance. I can’t help but feel it ain’t coming back. They’ll trace my body with white chalk Getting up isn’t part of the plan. Keep close. Stay close. The twilight wins. Written and owned by Dan Chubaty |