Grasses unite under the star lit sky
I gaze far and wide prospecting
Waiting for the world to pass on by.
Planets never do fall in line
The uncontrollable spin on their axis
I sit in a pool of red goo
With glass cuts knowing I exist.
You on the other hand stay near
With clear waters and your murky eyes
I trip and feign a broken soul
Wearing a dark hood as my guise.
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