I painted a picture
A picture in a painting
Of you
Wanting to believe
My light was still living
It wasn't true
I kept lying
Lying in secret
Through art
I couldn't face
The depth of that grief
In my heart
Until I took your place
Stole your death and shame
Gave you my breath
And Name
In Stead
To honour the living
To bury the dead
You appeared
And it was true
I could finally stop running
From you
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