Monday, July 9, 2018

Absences.

My whole life was a dream
It was all a lie.

Already tired of looking
I stand still waiting for the freezing rain

Let's bring out the spirits
Ring the bells
Let the wolves howl

Because the ink goes right to your chest.
Because the pen draws your back
Because every tear is a gift
For your absence

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