Where do you think the stories go, at the end of it all
Dawns always make good mornings
Dusks often are buried alive in obituaries
But then, what happens to the stories when the lives in them leave them for dead
Are they buried, burnt, or, just sprinkled in the blank spaces, between pretended existences
Who tells the tales of the stories
Dawns always make good mornings
Dusks often are buried alive in obituaries
But then, what happens to the stories when the lives in them leave them for dead
Are they buried, burnt, or, just sprinkled in the blank spaces, between pretended existences
Who tells the tales of the stories
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