Miles to, hundreds from

Where my hearts pulled

Where the sun drowns

Where the wind doesn't blow,

We sit in silent war.


The cry's cold cut on the brink of hysteria

The rain enrapturing a guilted rage

Though the sun rises,

The sun sets,

The night all but forgets

The light its merely glimpsed.


To an everlasting peace 

I wish my life to lead

May our hearts not bleed

Tomorrow or the days next,

Miles to, hundreds from.


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