their radiance,
it's lost on me
how their days
never turn into nights
of ugly silhouettes
and detaching melodies,
I'd be envious
but I am too caught up
pitying my nights
that never turn into days.
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the blue and the solace
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none for me.
their radiance,
it's lost on me
how their days
never turn into nights
of ugly silhouettes
and detaching melodies,
I'd be envious
but I am too caught up
pitying my nights
that never turn into days.