doesn't pass a day I don't feel strange without you still drag the depths of that dried out lake specter, doctor, cop on where i paint my hatred cryin loud, but no one flies the plane
in the backyard, winter corridor the stark, white room examination felt you lace the rainwater, clean as fate
spectral sunrise, lock and dam decay the wind, the wings of soft ascension saw you braid the blackbirds, clear as day
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