Adrift with the tide, nightfall lends its falling sky.
Cries heard from the inlet, images of solemn eyes.
Limited, calm and wise. Endurance of a thousand lives.
Mourning the adored men who all found their minds...
...Then they fucking lost 'em again!
Now, let's take a second and pretend :
On your last text you didn't hit SEND,
And the receiver didn't read it while speeding around a bend.
Seemingly you'd be ahead,
but now you're still breathing.
And SHE'S DEAD!
Close your eyes and imagine :
Broken minds missing passion.
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