my arms are outstretched, even as the skyline falls down.
the ghost of that skyline, still on my eyes, i shut it out.
humming, but that's not loud enough.
sing, but the power's not there for me.
shout.
i'm shouting so i can't hear the world falling down
around me.
i'm watching it fall,
and i'm keeping that image of when it was beautiful
in my mind.
it's the
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