Two silent voices cannot seem to mend
The constant pulling of these broken strings
Stretching and thinning to help us defend
The reasons we adhere to home grown wings
A warmer season existed before
But now it's given us a burning wound
Just take our hope and bleed it to the core
Slight pressure will relieve the danger soon
New maps of time and distance take my place
I'm thirsting for my future nights of rain
When all we've lost will somehow be replaced
And prove to me this love is not in vain
Silent poetry cannot seem to mend
I won't be back until September ends
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