skid marks and a hanged man
mother of mine..
undignified....
a sad man has ceased bringing happiness.....
his sadness has become ours...
a spinning planet does not rest...
attainable knowledge remains unsought....
crashing waves ease the mind...
a hand sifts through the sand while the sun sifts through the soul...
life is ours to behold....
death is another's world to own.
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