About a loss oh so great
The cool fog that dusted,
Black swishing, uncompromised.
We wait for the angels,
Closer to it than ever before.
The pain is real,
And our feet are on the ground,
And we fall down,
Because it's too much,
And they're not there.
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Endogenous
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