"The
Days are
much brighter
in my memories
The
Sun shown
today all
I saw was gray
Sky,
the flowers,
each person
just black and white.
There
simply
is no joy
to be found here"
The
crow flies
away to where
ever it wants to
HEre
he is
veins of booze
cant numb a heart
He's
moved to
the couch to
count the moon cows
each
day the
same if on
ly we could love
Just
love each
other like sons
maybe he'd smile
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