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Waiting in Cover
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poems
And the floor runs red
Dragging along all the pretty things
The ones you destroyed
In a river that flows up stream
All back to me in pieces
Freezing in the loneliness
And now winter has come
Bring along death by its tail
Your the black sun that faded away
So wipe away the old, and beautiful
And bring theses numb, stinging days
But with every season comes another
Im just waiting in cover.
