Worn out, broken benches sit here and lie
History kept in a place near the sea
Those feelings as blue as the summer sky
Heat non-existent, as cold as can be
Currents, ocean waves crashing sandy shores
Wash away horizons of memories
Tears emit, down towards the ocean floor
Recall the night of damned catastrophe
Black clouds hover on memories so dark
Silence, last breath, last touch, last words spoken
Hearts beat faster, reaching for sounds so far
Hushed and fatal pace, damned and forgotten
Dusk settles with the brokenness that stays
Lights grow dim in memories of the awake
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