Walls bleed pictures bend their fractured frames
Features on canvas torn
Burning mirror breaking down to sand
Free from jails of form
The black water future I see
So hard to drain
The small child in everyone is forced to bleed
To live life again
The light ever closer we believe
Is only a place for grief
Every life's so small we call it precious
And every soul is so loved above
Days glide through a skin of open pores
Stretched on bended frames
Years long on sanded banks around your...
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