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Our Last Words Begin Another Verse
What we called custom is slowly withering
 Flowers crumble in the cool fall
 Down with the pale yellow leaves that the wind wound
 Minds like twine between others
 Stare for we strangers are far too different
 People don't want to relate
 To the sensation of black glass hearts shattering
 Emotions we never quite liked are now dying
 Lovers can't feel the happiness like they did a long time back
 Against the wall there is nowhere for humanity to run
 Like run on sentences.

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