Hackpoems

Title: the window \| Submitted by: cmh502 \| Written by: Chris H \| Style: None

looking out the same window the same decor high hopes rising but sank to the floor leaves still blowing eucalyptus tree same old you same old me sun passed bout' an hour ago moon soon to follow plans tasted and chewed yet never swallowed chained down and held by the one they call God Spring turns to summer bows it's head and nods fall creeps it's way through warm to the chill winter approaches they become still stuck to their core beliefs are a must this couple dismembered lacking in trust looking out the same window the same decor alone yet again just sleep through the war

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