Clouds hasten in the frozen sky,
As this hour becomes as
Once upon a midnight sky,
The darkness calls my name.
From this
Sincerely forgotten and left behind
To be broken and held to
Masked by a fallacious face.
Torn between abiding facades
Screams have subsided
Strings pull our limbs to the proper places,
Without restraint
The day
A haze of absence hovers over your head.
I cannot see
Manifestation
A horde of flies to smother scathed skin
The black sky
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