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Nov 16
I walk amongs these corpses
and I smell their hearts
resting in those vines,
twisted.
but when I see your lips curl into that half smile,
this blue haze slides across my iris,
these birds listen and break their necks
to hear the song play.
This song was played by the moon,
who hangs amongs the stars,
but shines even brighter.
Written by
Ryan
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