curtains weep
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curtains weep

the curtain weeps
it’s sad song a blade through my heart
as it flutters in the wind blowing through my window

it’s cloth are wings
of an angel holding me close
as I try not to feel the darkening inside my walls

the sound it produces
is music to my ears
an unsung melody that I forever long to hear

fly, fly away
I imagine it sing to me
something it would do if it were not for it’s bindings

run, run away
to a place where no one knows you
run, run away; leave all the pain and tears behind you

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