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Our Last Words Begin Another Verse
What we called custom is slowly withering
Flowers crumble in the cool fall
Down with the pale yellow leaves that the wind wound
Minds like twine between others
Stare for we strangers are far too different
People don't want to relate
To the sensation of black glass hearts shattering
Emotions we never quite liked are now dying
Lovers can't feel the happiness like they did a long time back
Against the wall there is nowhere for humanity to run
Like run on sentences.
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