I've got no name for this
a thousand times i think of you
little rips and tears
but who cares
you had that something
sunlight and diamonds
silver spilling off the moon
you slipped through my hands
but for a little while i was there
you were something slicing through me
a million spinning blades
never mind this ache
never mind this empty hollow
for a little while i was there
with sunlight and diamonds
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