the slow wind on the grave,
shall sing my life beneath the staring stars.
a beautiful lie that holds together the pieces of my life,
the drizzle keeps the skin alive.
the faith burns the inside of me,
the stars in the night smile along their light,
a beautiful dream that sees me live through.
broken strings of a falling life,
I lay smiling as i put together the pieces of a broken lie.
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