There is no more beauty in dead things and that's why we must bury them.
We must encase them in such beautiful things; in gun shots loud as the collapse of character.
In something hollow like water or air so they may fill an emptiness,
In stars as bright as our fond memories of heroism and regrets.
Most of all we encase dead things into imaginations from which they gain the ability to live in the present and hold us again like they used to.
We must encase them in such beautiful things; in gun shots loud as the collapse of character.
In something hollow like water or air so they may fill an emptiness,
In stars as bright as our fond memories of heroism and regrets.
Most of all we encase dead things into imaginations from which they gain the ability to live in the present and hold us again like they used to.
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