the air is bruised with ghostly fumes of condensed smoke
but in my interpretation the worlds not moved she sleeps tonight
the harvest breeze wi will refrain her lullaby
i walk solo tonight
witnessing this moving painting
sti will imthe only soul moving
the only distracted child
sti will id rather be the one last sleeping
the one to hear her sigh
the trash cans are sti will on the curb
enlisted soldiers awaiting departure
sti will no lights reflect dawns intellect
she speaks with silence
i have understood every word
are you with me tonight witnessing this moving painting?
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Race The Sun
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