Signature
There's not much left but a sign
where the crow sits and mocks your sorrows
of the dead, neatly lined and bumbling through time the stitch and paint dissolve
but the sign it lingers on while the corpses all await your visit
no more than 5 seconds long
As you fumble through your words and stumble over tongue
where the crow sits and mocks your sorrows
of the dead, neatly lined and bumbling through time the stitch and paint dissolve
but the sign it lingers on while the corpses all await your visit
no more than 5 seconds long
As you fumble through your words and stumble over tongue
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