Songs lying broken on floors of yesterday's china hearts,
often having eras of eternity fall below a sky of enlivening
purposes.
All ends dear to no one on this earth, lifeless and left with
no energy to speak of, leaving the nothing of life in hands
of lady death so she may fulfill her quota before her brothers'
arrival.
Centering amid bereaved ones and their broken, desolate hearts.
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