anonymous Nov 19th 2011 !⃝The morning is dead and the day is too.
There's nothing left here to lead me but the velvet moon.
All my loneliness I have felt today.
It's more that enough to make a man throw himself away.
And I continue to burn the midnight lamp, alone.
Now the smiling portrait of you.
Is still hanging on my frowning wall.
It really doesn't bother me too much at all.
It's just the falling dust that makes it so hard for me to see.
That forgotten earring laying on the floor.
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