bland finish to an array of inputs,
it's just tiresome dragging itself further,
fear is that drive, which shouldn't be,
scream for one night, 'cause two is too much.
kolan,
I wonder how deep it was meant for,
call it racism, but blame the generation,
what's perception when yours is theirs.
tears from another becomes a fragile nexus,
their sorrow awakens that subtle smile,
connotations of bliss from depression,
it's truly beautiful ugly,
to love the broken,
only when you're broken because of love.
abandon a child and he becomes independent,
abandon your emotions and you won't become.
cry murder in the sky,
black feathers, you're one to wonder.
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