No Perfection
The sunset comes, the sunset goes.
The open air begins to close.
The perfect day you wish had been
Was perfectly ruined once again.
The sun was shining hot on the ground.
The wind was whirling round and round.
Space between you and the world,
Began to part into the cold.
Dark cold began to leave a trace
Of the deep darkness that led to space.
Space is you, and you alone.
Once again left in the cold.
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