soften
Clouds don't form around the sun
Too far away , for even one
Placed upon my heaven skies
Early morning reeked demise
Dust from the ground mixing into my lungs
Filling me up on the hook I hung
And as night tripped us we found
Our lips to soften as the sun drowned
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