Just a little poem thing I wrote.
Dearly Beloved.
We are gathered here today to embrace our fate.
The arms of time point to our dismay and water leaks from the windows.
The sound of glass against our skin is soothing.
Warm crimson reminds us of our term.
It greets us with unknown or forgotten emotion.
Stand back now and let it consume your being.
The soul will stream out into the night
Slowly releasing those armies of tears.
And you will never feel again.
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