Green Sun On the Night Sky
Broken diamonds,
broken heart.
Liquor split on the floor.
No more flowers, no more whispers,
no more curtains dancing with the wind.
Empty rooms filled with silence.
Cold silk sleeping on the stairs.
Love. It used to be real.
It used to be great.
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