Uncertainty Well
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Night is long enough to fall
Threads made of gold and deep blue
Are sliding and getting lost
As solitaire unheard thoughts
An arpeggio flated by the dark
While quivering fingers caresse the strings
Writing a song with their anxiety
A tissue made up of emotions
Is covering restless eyes
While a depressing nursery rhyme
Shrouds the tired mind
Waiting, cold touch eater of dreams
A silent screen and opened eyes are not enough
To describe the greed of your void
A well to fall in to
I would to embrace the immediate lore
To not lay in its deep
...while a dark powder
Is slowly resting on her portrait
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