all the long nights out,
too many to count and to few to remember,
nothing to forgive as my prayers have no answeres.
i need you out there, like the sickness after a strip club meal.
as all lay in darkness and the swans, not swimming but black.
carelessly awaiting the morning saying farewell to the overwhelmingly
loud silence. bye.
and the skies changing colours as the nights decending. farewell.
across the parks pond, where the homeless peacefully sleep.
-mine
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