Pale saints

Featherframe

Pale saints
Losing everything
The frame on which you hang
The constant
The source of pain

Losing everything
That she should bring

Waking up the
Held inside the

Moving space is left to take your place
Of colours against the grain
Feel glass eyes
Waking up the
Held inside the

He says waking up

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