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Terminus of Tears
The fifth bell hasn't rang since I can't remember when.
The sorrowful life
is endless.
It goes and it goes and it goes.
Like oceans of sweat pouring from spheres of golden blue.
Behind those I hide.
They forgot me as easily as building a statue around a black bell.
The fifth bell hasn't rang since I can't remember when.
They forgot me as easily as pulling a veil over eyes.
It's not even opaque.
I bet I forget just as easily.
I bet I can.
As simply as the tide turns and turns and fades into vanishing dribbles and the dry, dry desert sand.
The fifth bell hasn't rang since I can't remember when.
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