the cries, the woes

the winning scores

up the sky

up the sky


tears,  of joy

of barriers


up the sky

up the sky


the loves, the hates

the broken stares

the sighs of things that never fared


exhumes of thoughts

the strings they caught

of lights and pulses

the boxes shadowed


neons of nights

the cries of minds

the thousand souls

a day crushed sore



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