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By: Kathy

no trace of pain has left you
and your mind is clear
and the way to reality is blocked
your face has grown cold
I hear drums, or is that your heart?
I don't tell you things for the sake of saying something
as if to you, nothing matters
in you I see something
but I'm not here to know your words, or what you do
I don't care what you know
I know all I should