Water broken voice, saturates a microphone into a reciever with no tongue offering, little to what it knows Then a silence so heavy, broken hearts fall from throats when heaven is remembered but never seen through hearts shaped like kaleidoscopes Eternaly, the sun has set to mourning and contoured are the backgrounds on the canvas to which our lives are painted
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