Hanging White Flags
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A thin line of blood on my horizon
Reaches its cold hands up to my warm sky
Becoming a black cloud on my distant love
Sweet familiar lips blowing kisses
But the crisp wind steals them from me
Tracing blueprints of the scar
that was left on my heart to stop!
My blood!
Can't travel through my veins
I missed the last train and no one ever took a picture
No eyes can see the light form my burning white flag
That hung up its self
I'll be forgotten
I am gone
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