Clouds hasten in the frozen sky,
As this hour becomes as
Once upon a midnight sky,
The darkness calls my name.
From this
Sincerely forgotten and left behind
To be broken and held to
Strings pull our limbs to the proper places,
Without restraint
The day
A haze of absence hovers over your head.
I cannot see
Manifestation
A horde of flies to smother scathed skin
The black sky
A downfall of abomination
From amber skies to black clouds
None have
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