Once had meaning
Sad I still want too
In the end
A red sky
Only three will be there
Perhaps one or two more
That’s okay
The sky was not grey
Cared a little
Place the dust in the clouds
No need for painted on faces
So thick the tears will flake
Karma is tantalizing
Slow at times
Everything passes
Always ticking down
Today is already history
Feeding the grass
10 simple rules
How many can you count down?
Tears can be real
Not in your mob
Can you see the regret?
Through the flakes
Passing judgment
Empty laughter
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