Broken eyes came in hate
Your scythe lips tossed thinking to the hills
Light not quite clean wanting darkness
Revealed through broken clouds
You realized sadness suddenly
Half-uttered
In the impartiality of my face.
Your scythe lips tossed thinking to the hills
Light not quite clean wanting darkness
Revealed through broken clouds
You realized sadness suddenly
Half-uttered
In the impartiality of my face.
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