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First Unborn Sun (Villanelle) by Been Here Before
My mind idles in creeping death of gray
Mist rises and saunters, blinding my sight
I can not watch because I will not pray
Fractured tears flow, but why, my friends can't say
Twined on the bed, clenching my stomach tight
My mind idles in creeping death of gray
Thoughts of a child who will never play
Visions of the thick mist corrode my night
I can not watch because I will not pray
Jordan Taylor, maybe Isaiah Ray
Names he would have with our blackened plight
My mind idles in creeping death of gray
No one to talk to, the mist turns to clay
Hiding my pupils with all of my might
I can not watch because I will not pray
No hands or voices to say "it's okay"
The mist carries his tiny soul in flight
My mind idles in creeping death of gray
I can not watch because I will not pray
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