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Darko
Black tears drop down
The edges of you
I fall into your gaze
But in the dark
Darkness, is faint
By the mountains you play guitar
And the lightning falls,
On the strings you catch
The pain, jolts your flick-er-ing
heart
Can?t seem to make-sense
Of the pain you feel inside (it won?t speak)
Guess now
It makes sense
Why your wrists leak
