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Converge Petitioning The Empty Sky

Please love, just come home again. Just let this one pass, there will be another. And this after before the pain. Every deliberate hangs by my left hand

Disenchanting the romantic. This is the real, this is the shame. These limbs search feverishly for the gift of gravity. Coarse twine tears clean. And

The cedar doesn't do much for these memories. I am as cold as the monuments you left for me, and another one passes in the evening. A knee deep grave

wonder. If you can hear the awkwardness in these tremors. Draining, cutting, this cancer out. Teeth gaping yet i make no sound. Six hammers and one sky

be breathing in that same sun again. None of this will ever surface again. How we get older, how we forget about each other. And the angel falls to the sky

Idle chatter sounds much better to the absent mind. Govern me, kill thy master. You will not enslave me. THe root is bitter but the fruit is sweet, but