Their minds will not be racing at that certain time of the day
Light is flat, the clouds are gray among smoke
There is a cut throat in the mountains
there is sorrow in the leaves
There is realization
It is as strong as change is eternal
These flat winged eagles with beady eyes
these broken secrets, these forgotten promises
these things aren't changed with kerosene. So I hear time heals.
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