Untitled and unfinished

this is a work in progress, but i figured id share whats down and leave it alone until more thoughts flow in

The sun says goodbye
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As it spills its wine
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Stars shatter like glass on an October Sky
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The moon watches on
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He’ll stay out till dawn
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And keep the winds cool
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And keep the clouds calm
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I cannot get over the song that he sings
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The stories he tells
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A makeshift parade
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A cascading canvas to show off his charm
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That contours the tides
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While the ocean sleeps
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I could only imagine
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What’s in it for me
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I like the ending. It's good.

 

thank you CD. im not sure if its and ending or a middle yet

 

Sounds good to me. It doesn't look unfinished.

 

yah, i was going to try to weave them into lyrics for a song i was writing.

but fuck it, ill leave it alone as a poem