Be Still Life: Broken Wings


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Still life, stale death
Choking hope’s final breath.

Reach low, grasp high
Heart’s last bleeding dying sigh.

Price for happiness, take a seat
Numbers burning at your feet.

Embrace cold, dishes served
Revenge splinters every word.

Feelings retreat, sweet nothing’s lost
Running on empty from the cause cost.

Freedom’s cry, tears through eyes
Lifted wings too torn to fly.

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