The sky seems bluer than ought to be
Maybe it's showing me sympathy
Telling me I'm not the only one
Searching for that visceral redemption
The moon hangs in curiosity
As she's witnessing this travesty
Between these torn and disfigured hearts
While they try to mend the broken parts
The wind echoes my innermost fear
It whispers despondence in my ear
Bound by this restless uncertainty
Reaching out and begging for release
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