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Ephemera

Headshots

They won't leave us alone
The house, the scene
Take me back
All I want is to see you again
To hold out my hand
To feel your pulse before it faded

But I don't want to hear the screams
Definitely don't want to hear the sirens
I just want to hear you breathing

Now they're taking pictures
Headshots of your corpse
And I can't take it anymore