I make ink out of my tears when I write about you
maybe if I shed enough tears the clouds will be merciful and weep
cause my tears are futile, they only bind your memory closer to my skin
but the rain will wash you off me
each raindrop snatching a piece of your memory
slowly, surely
every atom of my body will replace itself
the neurons in my brain will spark less when I think of you
slowly, surely
your memory will be nothing but a poem
when I picture Home I won't think of you
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