I don't want to go
its so unkind.
Its cold,
Its dark,
I'm out of mind.
Those once kind faces have unwind.
And are spilling secrets most unkind.
The ducks they quack in the moonlit dark.
The mornings late, the sun wont rise.
But none of this
is a surprise.
So I'm not staying
I never lied.
I'm alone now and just cant hide.
there's nothing here that I can't find.
So, take those images from your mind.
and strike a match.
To make eyes blind.
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