When we drowned in words never outspoken, was it because the meaning of our existence got lost in the stars?
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Zerronnen
Nothing ever ends poetically.
It ends and we turn it into poetry.
All the blood was never beautiful.
It was a...
Words I should've said
When we drowned in words never outspoken,
Was it because the meaning of our existence got lost in the stars?
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