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The invisible crows and blackened air
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moon alignment (planet cracked) The old dirt road was the saddest thing I ever set my eyes upon
Nothing felt right, death was waiting
Somewhere in the cracks whistling with the wind,
This is how I remember you best,
Somehow calm yet fully distressed.
You complemented my style
But only in some simplistic manner
Slightly insulting
Could not see the depth of the thing eating your soul.
Sometimes we must close our eyes to see.
Sometimes it gets too hard for such acts of faith.
So yet again, another ship abandoned.
I tried to put together to many things
All that I found was slight disappointment and a dirty paradox.
What glowed in winter faded by spring all things temporary,
A moment not worth its weight in gold
So we let it float off never to return.
