I am but a drop of dew,
I am the lock, I am the key,
Find me, I’m a déjà vu.
‘Cause you’re castle made of ash
And I’m the flame who burned your throne.
You and I were meant to crash,
Find me, ember, smoke and bone.
We are bullets made of silk,
And you’re proud as a sunset.
But I’m a sunrise marked in ink,
Find me, gray as a regret.
(c) Copyright 2016 Dixie
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