Hang Me

He was thinking of leaving it blank,
cause that's how he felt
Empty as a blink of an eye,
forced a smile, than an exaggerated wink
To think how the stars had touched down
Burning the skin of the folks on the beach
The sand swallowed them whole,
didn't look back
And than he remembered the flowers,
dried out dying, looked as though
they were plastered to the wall
Or were they?
He opened the front door, let
the air touch his lungs,
for the first time all year
he felt re leaved,
like these folks are still alive,
he had just left them in the dirt
But they came back,
as the picture on his wall

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