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Wonder-mill
"Sometimes the fire child comes out to play, and other times, it's just a cold night. Return and become the moon."
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Is this what happened to the boy in The Village who stood on the stump too long? The sky is the bad color-did Those We Do Not Speak Of make it turn?
No mam', it was inspired by a song that I wrote. Silly.
:) I would like to hear that song sometime-or, at least read the words (cos I know it's weird to sing for one person)
Crippled, we pursue fleeting pleasures.
Hands and feet straining to carry us through.
Melody and harmony both colliding in dissonance.
“Tonight is ours!” we cry.
Darkness: Death
A bullet finds its way into a heart
And we regret ever pulling the trigger.
“She just looked so good,” are our words
And innocence pays the price.
The sculpture that we built,
Of pain and beautiful words,
Looms above like a god.
All hail monumental replacement.
We crawl through life alone.
Our choices and our mistakes
forming a chain that strangles,
a noose that never relents.
If only we were to look past,
And see through life’s sculpture.
We would view the morning sun
burning away all sorrow.
Wow
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