Migrating birds

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My dark friend
I recalled you recently.
You were dancing on a  gray rainbow, smiling palely.
The sun collapsed striving to conceive the importance we have breathed before.
Years had flown like migrating birds.
I'm gray darling.
My streams had wilted on my skin.
I have lived like a shadow in a barren desert.
I have raised my tears in a sandbox.
My thoughts were dying within.
I have always questioned, how would it be breathing without love?
My Years had flown like migrating birds, and here I am tapping with one finger on my sandbox.
And the rest of me was stoned.

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