The Circle Ends Here - Frail | Текст песни

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• The Circle Ends Here
• Frail

leaving like a string of air
peeling the cortex off the shades
of a drawing

as frail as the tip of the pencil
used to scribble about life

standing wistful under a leafless tree
on a resting tongue sighs entwine
to the ceding arms of this quelled monument

petals ripped off the eyes