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Missing you, my brother. Spaced out miles between us. I remember when we sat on the shore. We talked about my great white north. I'll see you soon and

endless snow. My vision gets blurred. Until this whiteout blinds me. But I, I will walk by faith. These dark clouds remain from ages past. A fire burns

Wait awhile for me. Because I am just not ready. I beg to see your face. But all I see and all I hear is nothing. Nothing. Where did you go? Far away

Oceans crash the sands. Another time. Take a backwards glance But where must we, where must we stand? The stavesail meant to last. But were we there?

You walk into a room. Confusion plays a solemn tune. The Poet steals a thought. His hands are red, the sinner caught. Cyclical and round. The hollow

his tissue Whats a crack head thinkin' 'bout right before he takes a hit Hell if I know probablly a whole lot of mistakes and shit What the fuck makes a nigga want to have a

fell PART TWO: THE PARASITE Apart every mistake that i have made with you haunts me every moment of my life just a picture of your undying beauty can