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Nightend
Tear the sky with my hands
Two fingers formed like sciscors
Whisper blue between them.
Laying in this green grass
Folded over on my side
Run my finger tips just above them.
In the silent rushing birds flash by
Caught with spirit of the flock
Bleeding for the company.
The day dreams along
Floating and beating down
Catching like a hammer
Terror in the lungs that still won't fill
Tears at the syes that still don't see
Vison teasing at the end the dark
Heavens caught, slowly slipping
