The red sky was bleeding glimpses
of Heaven in sections of seven
The violets adorned her, and wishers would mourn for hours
but fountains of joy have hollowed her eyes
My eyes are broken windows
Her breathe was all given
and torn by a living heartache
who's choking despair wrenched with claws she could not bear
Her death withdrew sunshine
Now drops of the separation
Find sharp jagged mountains
My eyes are broken windows
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