soft embers murmur and swell
breathing warm colors to a lonely midnight
a familiar back splash on suspended black canvas
a similar vibe with a ghost of sweet august
small conversation among various types
nothing is spoken between yellow and blue
distant from the melody shared times before
the air feels colder than hundreds past
and these trees don't whisper anymore
the magic man has left with the rabbit and hat
the soundtrack we created still spins
craving rewind and reaching for alluring eyes
a number is taken for Your conscious thought
as i attempt to teach myself how to leave
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