Breaking down
From tragedy
Lying on the ground
Reality surfacing

This can't be you
I stand before
In what you see
Is not the real me

She was jumping from the lavender escarpment
She was hungry for a new way to pass time
But certainly there was a better place to go
Where could she find herself
I don't know

Ringing bells
The sound of loss
Those pretty flowers
The scent of distraught

Where would I be
Without your smile
But here I stand
Alone but for a little while

She was jumping from the lavender escarpment
She was hungry for a new way to pass time
But certainly there was a better place to go
Where could she find herself
I don't know

She was leaping from the lavender escarpment
And she fell swiftly into the distance
But certainly it was too much to ask for
There was nothing to break her fall
Nothing at all
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August 30 2004
An Aurorous Atmosphere