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Fevered the winds on a shadow bled morning
A heart lies in pieces now slung to the path
Fractured are dreams of our yesterday questions
The waiting in stages, a long aftermath
Photographed wishes in frames on the mantle
Ashes below are the same as before
Dousing the flame while a child is missing
Charred are the matchsticks of news brokered war
Staring aloft as the moon freezes over
Memories counted abort the night sky
Falling on tears of the words never-ending
Oh can’t you see, they were too young to die
May 28, 2016
May 28, 2016 at 11:16 AM UTC
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Fevered the winds on a shadow bled morning
A heart lies in pieces now slung to the path
Fractured are dreams of our yesterday questions
The waiting in stages, a long aftermath
Photographed wishes in frames on the mantle
Ashes below are the same as before
Dousing the flame while a child is missing
Charred are the matchsticks of news brokered war
Staring aloft as the moon freezes over
Memories counted abort the night sky
Falling on tears of the words never-ending
Oh can’t you see, they were too young to die
