stains

We sat together, but I was alone

On the roof, under the moon

And I'll do it all over again tomorrow

All the way from midnight to half past noon.

Finding yourself in a sea of words,

Pulling and twisting the red strings of fate,

Glistening black tar of the feathers of birds

I let the storm brew, from tears to hate.

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