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The tears flowed calling the morning
it was the mind who wanted sleep
sleep in the arms of that
would take it to the sunlight

The feathers were waiting
to flutter again
or wither away
the heart anxious
for it's beat and rhythm
a violent storm waiting to unleash.

Shhhhhhhhhhh
not a sound
dead is the promise
no more poison
to hold on to the game
of deceit and sweetness

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