The sun languishes beneath the peaks
Without a goodbye it closes its lids
darkling skies gather with a fevered haste
A droopy moon arrives but quivers with rage
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I trod upon ***** ribbons of empty streets
To the sound of my breath and heartbeats
a soft breeze gently strokes my creased skin
Reminds me of a caress that i dearly miss
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The doors of a vacant home stare at me
Inside i'm greeted by the sound of my feet
This house seems small from the outside
But i swear it's cavernous from the inside
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The only thing i yearn here is to fall into a drunken asleep
Without sinking into a bed of broken dreams and memories