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wishes whither away into darkened ashes winds float,
coughs of spit gurgle deep in the dry throat,
people come and go but some stay near,
hurt again by the trust put safe in here,
let them close to claw through the skin,
gripping tight and ripping guts from within,
showing them to your eyes with a grin on their face,
blood falls to the dirt soaking in to never replace,
fallen back to join with their dirt being now a best friend,
it sticks to your skin while your mind begins to mend,
vines grow around and strangle your neck tight,
as the darkness of the sorrows want answers in the night,
with a morning sun blurred by fogs still cold,
by the time you have your answers you are too old.