Black clouds are sometimes the best,
Hiding the tragedies that exist,
That pain may not be seen in light,
That the loving may remain ignorant,
Dreams that shatter like bones in fire,
Petals that fall down at my feet,
Bodies move down a bright road,
How I wish I could join them...
A boy with burning brown eyes and six phantom wings falls....
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