falling
failing
climbing the largest steps
out of control
circles are spinning
a merry go round of hate
mystery
capturing
the boat capsizes in feeling
madly about we stand
screaming to the highest grounds
incomplete
over and over we toss and we turn
sighing and flying
sinking and drowning
never able to believe ourselves
been taken over by one last breath
torture
disasters
we bleed and we cry
surround the hearts with fear
mourning the weak and hurting the strength
wicked souls collide
into a battered land we grace
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sing for me dearest
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