Far between sundown's finish and midnight's broken toll.
We ducked inside the doorways, thunder went crashing.
As majestic bells of bolts struck shadows in the sounds.
Seeming to be the chimes of freedom flashing.
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Far between sundown's finish and midnight's broken toll.
We ducked inside the doorways, thunder went crashing.
As majestic bells of bolts struck shadows in the sounds.
Seeming to be the chimes of freedom flashing.
MELANCHOLY | Melancholy drips from my fingertips.
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Here, I will speak the sadness,
the heartache, and the decaying
for all the unspoken.
Perhaps under...