Distilling words from one moment to the next
Under gray skies that cannot weep
I dream with open eyes lost to time
As the grass grows between my dusted toes
Frozen upon a pedestal made of bones
When I met you in the dark of our shared lust
That grew into pained love rooted in yesterday
Now I wish these clouded skies would rain
Wash away the thoughts that flow through my mind.
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