Secrets travel in flocks,
Gulls on the horizon, Blotting out the sun
So that the air is cold and moist.

Darkening the shadows
That weaken even the strong, Those lost are left to lead
their pleas with falling stars

Though they’re always there,
The world ignores the din, Pretending to be warm
While the frozen truth sets in.

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