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By Havo(C)405

& what lies in their heads
neither alive neither dead
their hearts have becoum too callouse
their minds have capsized
in fears ov tomorrows
they fear then die.
soum think a way back -
soum think there's naught another tomorrow
their own hearts have grown also tired
thee ice-grey walls ov their cathedrals:
they are spent, crumbling & weary
held aloft with tanglges ov wild white roses
long tales drift through them
only to thee heavens to fall
& so so too, when our own hearts
see naught but a drowning gloomy glow
we will to see there's no tomorrow
here to be a now
there's no tomorrow

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