Alive fill in where void
Meaningless waters the sun
Grey upon the skies
That travel homeward
Searching of lost phrases
Ones I must have been
Would there collapse
Leave rushing to the scene
Fill places of sun
End nights they follow here
With words I could describe
Searching for lost words
Ones there must have been
Phrases of clear colors
That travel homeward
Grey upon the skies
Meaningless waters the sun
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