did you get what you came for
in a place where no one ever comes
if this anger is correctable
there is quiet to be found
the desolation of a first born
frozen grounds in early june
vague misery on every corner
broken hearts stacked outside the door
if there is purpose for the storm
one last chance to get it right
a falling soul from clear blue skies
there was no other way to fly
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