The night caresses secrets in the sand
A memory nailed on each hand
Straining through the ebbs and falls
You capture a fleeting embrace
The paint is peeling off the walls
The past is etched on your face
You roll the dice and pay the price
You know you only die twice
Once when you’re in the coffin
And once when you’re forgotten – Nausher Nash

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