All have disappeared but not worthy for a tear.
All has lost colour not rust just dust,flering wind adjust.
All has no melody to a pas de deux,without baby steps.
All has fled with disgust,mentioning savoir faire.
All has no archer,my star sign is sagittarius.
All has sounded in Latin,making rusty noise just meanless.
All has washed away,trying to repaint the smiles,once more i cry.
All has no burden,perching my back from behind a murk frightened.
All ephemeral inter vigorously,loose of apetite yet drooling...
All has mutilate despair,a single torch for the tunnel
ahead,darker days.
All has silence with tears in my eyes,just this once can we do it for lark.
All of them trapped in a sanctum,like the sun is scariar than the silent nights.
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