Ethereal
The wind is like
An angered Whore
Who wails and beats
Her airy arm against
The window pane
Sticking tape will seal her fate
As air is sucked to form a gate
Her useless cries
Now peal the skies
And battle worn she dies
Second Look
On second look
I must have mistook
Your eyes were not as blue
On second look
I must have mistook
The hair that was turning grey
On second look
I must have mistook
The wrinkle in your eye
On second look
I must have mistook
The way you said goodbye
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