illinois haze

The clouds ambushed the sun
this night was going to bleed goodbyes
We were the summer's sons
it was her last request before she died
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The blackest night
in the most subtle room
epitaphs read over candle light
scents that act as fumes
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Her eyes bear down
obtrusive and intrusive
rain overwhelms the ground
as Christmas sets fire to the street
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White highlighted by purple and gold
upon our arrival, we nervously walked through the threshold
her arm safely secured
the couple that would never be
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For once I had nothing to say
no words of wisdom
nothing clever to convey
silence won a round
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The night is tired
plans have fallen through
due to my head games
and what my heart is telling me to do
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scented with fumes
with a silent winter breeze
its not what you think
its all for you,
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Walk upon the worn roads of our fathers with open toed shoes
read what the gospels wrote with a flick of their hand
in a solemn state of inspirational whispers from the one who fights for us upon our shoulder
under His breath find comfort and cause.
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the miles run beneath
the tired truckers eyes
with a soft calm breeze
and cool clear nights
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